To fresh starts!

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Beginnings always look so promising, they remind us that all is not lost. I for one live for such times. I enjoy them. I relish the whole ambiance of starting a new page in life.
You read all about the great stuff about new start-offs that are supposed to change your life but never really get to experience your own kind. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself you cheer them up and hope in your heart of hearts it will be contagious enough for you to catch, as if it were a cold!
Lucky enough, the odds line up and are on our sides, despite the fear, the loss, the angst (insert all the negative feelings that cross your mind), despite all that something new sprouts… Sometimes not the way we envisioned it or dreamt it would be but it happens! It just happens! Like magic. Poof! And all of a sudden the open door you always wanted is swinging wide open to let you begin a part of your journey in this sweet yet unpredictable life that is full of “you-never-know-what-is-going-to-hit-you-next”. Just like in a maze or in a blindfolded kind of setting… We need eyes, we need vision, we need mates who we can count on to help with our unbelief and oh-so prevalent continuous backlash from people that barely know how your journey is.
November feels like one of these beginnings to me. I don’t know about anyone else but there is a vibe so strong in this new month that just makes me want to scream “New dawn!” As cheesy as it may sound we all need to start something new each day… That one thing that makes your heart beat faster, your adrenaline rush, your hair stand at the back of your neck! Such little moments that make you glad you are alive. Soon the year will be over, but won’t that be the commencement of something new?
Don’t wait for something to end to enjoy the beginning of anything but rather take everything that falls on your lap as the newest thing to ever happen to you! Live in awe and you my friend will have so many au courant things to brag about!
To many more fresh beginnings!
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The background photo is a citrine a birthstone for November! How cool!
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Respect is a two way street.

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Since it’s #WCW in the Instagram world, I feel inspired to write something about my favorite species this side of Sahara. (Guys, you are allowed to read and share with the women you care about{just in case you thought of stopping the read} ☺)
Well, first and foremost I have had so many women around me since I was little and since I am female too, I don’t know what else to do but write on who I love being most!
Not digressing from the title of my post, this life is all about respect. I really admire women who respect themselves enough to attract the respect back. Life could be better to any girl if all she ever did was use the proverbial Midas touch on to herself and accept all that she is by embracing the fact that no matter what, warts and all, she is a masterpiece from our Creator- Gold if you may.
I know there are a lot of women self-help quotes out there, but until a woman is female enough to realize that she has the power inside of her being to change what she loves  to hate and love most(and to many of us=Our bodies). Until then, her life will be an unforthcoming, unfulfilling journey that will forever be a hindrance to her spiritual growth albeit her entire demeanor…
So dear girlfriend, wherever you are whatever you do. Take time and respect yourself enough to respect yourself! So many women are setting those bars high, you better follow them and get inspired and live a life you ought to be living by being yourself and the vibrations you exude from your self-respect will resound to all and sundry.
It’s a small post to celebrate all the sweet women I know, and those I am yet to meet. Happy #wcw sweetie pies. You are loved.

(A little background info: I have been to an all girls school for most of my highschool and I have an affinity to all I met there… They celebrated me and I did the same, we understood each other and that is what crowns why I love being female! It is incredible to be one!)
Kisses to all of you my readers… Have a great day, night or evening 💞

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My Truth Hurt

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It stung so bad to realize that no matter what I did my truth would never leave me. In a bid to wrangle it and make it go away I dashed back and forth trying to figure out why nothing I yearned for(fantasy) was being squelched in my face. I felt like a failure… All the while my truth stung… I walked, talked, and masked myself away from it. I lived the lie. So many things looked as if they would disappear if only I his my truth deeper in the abyss of “forget me not”, silly me thought…
Not only was I dreaming, that was a reality, there was nothing to forget about. For goodness sake it was to be hidden in an abyss called “forget me not”! How do you forget such a looming stomach-knotting verity.
Obsessed in taunting myself away from reality I grew a fake mustache, eyebrow, and body all the same. I became a different me. They call life a journey for a good reason… It is in that journey that you realize some weight needs to be shade or gained(for endurance) and some hair needs to be grown or cut(for appearance) but I digress… The stupor I found myself in, put me in a full throttle chase of the proverbial rainbow end, the type you chase butterflies in a big field just across your home in the boons. It ripped my heart to know that no matter how far I ran from my truth, the constant “knock” of the forlorn cataclysmic attack of truth that I buried in my eating, dressing and just my whole being… I couldn’t run away from it anymore…
I had to face her(my truth), sort of like coming tête à tête with my nemesis and crying my heart out in front of her. I listened to her, and she listened to me. Hard and enervating as it was I got through it. I had to face my truth in order to serge forward. I had to have a deep “convo” with my past to be emancipated. I just had to come clean with my reality. There was no denying it’s dents, heartbreaks and all that jazz. Only then could I feel the warmth of the sunshine called progress, and healing as I embarked en route to freedom. In that journey I hope to stir a few souls up to pursue a fulfilling life too.
PS, my good readers: I am a spiritual person for as long as I can remember so that really led to my acceptance of my truth much easier because it is in God’s like be have I become more aware of what grace really has in store for me. (Just a disclaimer for those who tend to misread thoughts of an up and coming scribe)
Love, Peace and joy to you my friends!
From the musings of Tuyidee into your hearts, oh reader of mine 💕