I had dinner with my good friend, Emily, last night and she was the absolute perfect person to reflect with on the eve of celebrating my fifth year in New York. I was telling her that I used to date from the vantage point of simply dating men based on whether they were OK with…
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Flying Into Beautiful
With each day, it’s a beautiful experience to truly KNOW in my bones that MY BODY is a divine instrument that is WORTHY to be nourished, moved, and loved.
The Diary of One Big, Bad, Bold, Bad-Ass Leap of Faith: Redux
I had this blog post up for awhile about my transition into New York, but then this little self-doubt gremlin told me to take it down over the summer. (NOTE: If your favorite SoulFlakes posts are now missing, you can blame it on her NOT me!) I was thinking, “People are probably tired of hearing…
No Co-Signer Required
At the end of the day, we really don’t need a co-signer. We just need to be the first partaker in our dreams, goals, and action plans.
You Now Have Permission to Love Yourself
I’m realizing absolutely nothing in my life will ever get done well if I don’t take care of ME FIRST.
Chocolate + Eat, Pray, Love
The only person between you and that never-done-before experience is YOU.
In Defense of Gold Digging
While I understood Kanye’s intention with the song, I believe it made some women ashamed to expect or ask for the best from a man for fear of being labeled a gold digger.
You Gotta Do Your Work
I spent so many days in late spring vacillating between being grateful that I dodged a HUGE bullet to being outraged that he took my love and generosity for granted.
It’s OK to Take Off Your Wonder Woman Cape
There’s no honor in the hustle if you aren’t taking care of your most important asset—YOU
Adventures in Entrepreneurship, April 2015: Optimism: The Savior and The Saboteur
Daring to use optimism as a shield against fear, heartbreak, anxiety, and disappointments can be downright insane. Propelling optimism into crucial confrontations is like bringing glitter and sprinkles to a gun fight. Why are people like me still allowed to run rampant in the world?
Year 36: I CHOOSE ME
I was already equipped with a deluxe, two-floor, Super Target with an unlimited RED card and here I was lusting after someone else’s dusty leftovers in a broke-down bodega.
It’s Just One Point of View
At any moment of the day I can simultaneously be a bitch and a saint. However, It’s not up to me to change someone’s point of view on who I am. My only job is to BE ME.
The Ink Well 