The Love of My Life!

Me and my mom

She was beautiful, beyond measure. Her eyes were so captivating. A deep transparent brown. Her scent was NOT to die for- it was to LIVE for. She always wore that pure essential oil called blue Nile. It was a deep royal blue that pulled you in wanting more. Like the separation of the various colors of the salt water and the deeper you went, the darker the water became pulling you in deeper and deeper.

I wanted her to hold me once more. Just one more time I needed her to smile at me. Although, her teeth may not have been perfect to the average persons view of perfection, her smile was perfection from my vantage point. She could light up any room she entered the second she step foot into it. She was perfection. The kind people often thought did not exist. For her existence was short lived physically. I needed her to be with me. For her to call my name. While I waited, I envisioned she was coming right around the corner. A kid in the candy store, full of excitement. She would appear in no time because she knew I needer her. I wanted her.

I began to feel that I was not the only one who wanted her. You see because she touched many hearts. She touched many nations, many religions, backgrounds, origins, variations of races, genders, and sexes. Some simply, did not even know it yet.

Her hair flowed with large waves to her derrière. Her lips were so pink and luscious. Her complexion was slightly  kissed by the sun but could easily be burned. She was tall and curvaceous and when she spoke, there seemed to be several accents combined. Some could not really tell where she was from and I did not really care where she was from. She was international perfection. All that mattered was if she could hold me once more.

I needed to curl into her nurturing arms at this very moment and it was this very moment that hit me. My dearest mother would never return in the flesh. Breast cancer took her and the only world I ever knew. I was five years old and I could no nothing but stand there and cry. Lost with tears flowing like waterfalls with enough to make oceans for they dropped for years and years. Deep blue tears.

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Naked

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Here it goes… (silence)… you see I have kept a private life for so long. I mean super private.

And now… the world is involved. How would you feel? Taking on a journey that fills your purpose but puts you into a place that you have never been before? I mean masks come off… the bare naked truth is exposed. A large open space, full of light shining bright on every dark cave, every dark hole, every dark spot. A place where no one hides because there is no where to hide. A place no one runs for cover. The covers are all off. And you simply stand there, because you are naked with nothing to cover your scars, your battle wounds, no sleeves to hold your feelings. Bare naked skin. Flesh. Exposed. And in this moment you can be 100% true to self, and love self, and people will love you for who you truly are. So… who are you truly? For once you find out who you truly are, you are that much closer to being free and being able to live your life on purpose.

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Mentors are powerful people…

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Do you have a mentor? Did you choose them or did they choose you?

Having a mentor in life helps. Not only can mentors add valuable advice but they can help in various aspects of your life whether you may be looking for a new job, working on a new project and need some additional resources, or looking for a spouse. Yes, a spouse! Why not go through people you know who can recommend someone they know versus taking a risky chance on someone who no one knows? It makes sense.

Mentors are powerful people. I have associates who met their spouses through mentors. I have friends and associates who have met their new employers through mentors. You should choose your mentors because… they are powerful people. If a mentor chooses you and you do not choose them back, it has a high chance of not being a successful mentorship. Dr. Bernice A. King, Dr. Kings daughter, once said in a speech that, “we can diminish poverty with educative mentorship.” Now, that is powerful!

During my service in the military, I did not get a chance to choose a good mentor. Do not miss that opportunity. They might be someone closer to you than you think, take the time to take them out to lunch and start building that rapport. You just may end up meeting your new spouse or new employer from that mentorship.

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Early days on the beach…

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I think I was born in the salt water. It makes sense because I am a water zodiac sign. I love the water in every shape, fashion, and form, as long as it is clear ocean (“salt life”). Really? So how could I love every shape, fashion, and form of water? I though I did, until I moved to the states and pretended to swim like a mermaid in the pool and scraped the top of my face to the bottom of my face along the bottom of the pool. Yes, those were nasty scars for everlasting days. Every island person played the “mermaid” game growing up at the beach, but few played this game in the pool. Lesson surely learned.

I remember having countless meals of sand and believe that is how my teeth became so strong. Perhaps I will find some studies on that and get back to you. Those were the days. My early days on the beach of St. Croix when mom was alive. I miss her dearly and often feel she is with me spiritually. I used to think about what life would have been like if she were still alive. If breast cancer did not win that battle. Where do you think I would be if that were the case?

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Hello world!

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Come with me on this journey as I become a certified life coach and help even more people. Can it be done? Help more people? Yes, I believe it. See if I can. Maybe the next person could be you.

I am in LOVE with life. Not infatuated with it, I mean, truly, madd-ly, deeeep-ly, in LOVE with life, with an emphasis on the madly and deeply. I have passed my mid life crisis so there is so much to do. When does a mid-life crisis occur? That answer can vary with whom you may come into conversation with.

My mother lost the fight to breast cancer at the young tender age of 38. I have not reached my mother’s last living age yet, but I am very close. I reached the mid-range of 38 years young many years ago and that was when my mid-life crisis occurred! I will tell you about it in future stories as there are so many to share. In my sharing, I hope that the stories help motivate someone else in some shape, form, or fashion.

Come with me on this journey as I help others get un-stuck and live their lives on purpose. I am not able to help anyone else until I first learned how to live my life on purpose. Everyday, that is not only a goal of mine, but I take action to ensure it through various processes.

Thank you for sharing this journey with me. Are you ready?

Besos,

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