Came up with this little ditty while I was eating lunch in a parking lot this afternoon.
Essentially, we have a child with everyone we’re in relationship with. That child’s name is “Us.” Us, like any other child, is not just a reflection of one but rather both parents and the growth and development of Us depends heavily on their parents’ nurturing. Yes, there are some developmental stages that occur naturally as time passes but a large part of who Us becomes is learned; specifically and intentionally guided by boundaries and standards set early on.
Are you spending time with Us? When others cast their opinions, can Us stand up boldly and not only last but continue to flourish according to what you have defined? Do you spend a lot of time comparing Us to others? Do you recognize when Us needs a little help in some areas and situations and are you able to offer such help? If not, are you humble enough to ask? Has your child gotten so out of control that you find yourself, as the parent(s), asking ‘what is going to happen to Us?’ When Us grows up and changes over the years, are you making the necessary adjustments to accommodate this maturation or are you stifling Us & trying to take Us back to infancy? Does Us feel free to just be while still respecting your [mutually agreed upon as parents] boundaries and standards? When Us is out in public, are you proud of your child? Will Us grow up to be a positive example to other children?
When you enter a relationship with someone, platonic or romantic, it’s important to recognize that you are conceiving a child. Just because that child is 5 years old, you can’t expect Us to do what typical 5-year-olds do if haven’t nurtured as such. The manner with which you handle Us will determine whether they grow and thrive or wither and die.
It’s impossible to silence the heart. My eyes speak for me even when I make sure my mouth does not.
to define me.
to complete me.
to control me.
to clasp my new favorite necklace.
to taste my new recipe.
to put aloe vera on this scratch on my right hand.
As a little girl, my parents always encouraged me to dream big and work hard. They supported me in all my crazy endeavors! I remember creating beautiful bouquets & selling them right back to the owner of the garden from which the flowers came, SMH! At age 7, I would stand outside my mother’s front door offering manicures to the college students as they passed…for a small fee, of course. Now that I think about it, I’ve had a number of businesses over the years. Entrepreneurship was always encouraged and today is no different.
So, as happy, nervous, excited, anxious, overwhelmed, and overjoyed as I am, I can’t say I’m surprised that today I signed the lease to open my very own gym. I’ve been working hard at building this dream for much longer than I give myself credit. And as much as I’d like to say, “it all happened so quickly,” I know that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Even if I didn’t know it, this all started when my mom signed me up for my first dance class, tennis lesson, swim team, and everything else I did growing up. I’ve never stopped playing hard and now I get to do it for a living and encourage others to do it as well. My mission is to change the perception of working out; the celebrate and honor our bodies by challenging them be the best they can everyday. This gym will be the first of many milestones I’ll reach in the name of making my vision real. This is a huge step for me and my business & I’m dedicating today to the little girl who believed.