Pink is obviously my favorite color. Pretty sure that’s a bit cliche being that I am girl and pink is naturally associated as a “girly” color. However, aside from the obvious feminine meaning behind pink. It is also the color of universal love of oneself and others. And I love me some me. Something I am proud to say because there was once a time I did not. Not as much as I do now or not as much as lead myself and others to believe. I was lying to myself, you know “faking it til I made it”. Pink is my ode to my own womanhood. My strength and vulnerability. The tender, yet fearless woman that I am is powerful in pink.
Last week my cousin sent a text from me uttering these exact words, “I’m sensing freedom from you”. And she is right. Last week I gave you all my three personal tips on moving from fear to freedom. Most time many of us find ourselves handicapped because we’re too busy focusing on things we simply cannot change. I don’t know what it is about the age of 30, and though I am not exactly 30 yet. I still have this overwhelming sense of not giving fuck. Not giving a fuck about your opinions or your negative energy. I am over people please and simply being more selfish in the way that I spend my time. In who or what I give my energy to because I am merely living for self. Personal growth is a beautiful thing. And evolution is a day by day process.
When I first started blogging
I started blogging in 2014. In December of 2014 to be exact and at that time I had to of been the most angry and broken individual walking the planet. And of course I didn’t want to admit that because who does? But, I knew I was. I knew I needed something. I needed help. I needed an outlet to help me process and understand the series of events that began to plague my life. And because I have always loved writing, there’s just something about naked vulnerability that leaves a satisfying taste in my. It was therapy for me. And though journaling is still an art form I practice daily, blogging for me was about sharing.
Sharing my ups and downs. My thoughts and emotions. Allowing people to see and connect with a different side of me. A side unknown included to my family and my friends. Most of them did not know the things I went through with my daughter’s father. Most had no idea the emotional torment that was going on inside of me. That I battled with depression. Had thoughts of suicide at one point or another. These are things that I was keeping from them because I didn’t want to be seen as weak. I already get picked up on for crying. I mean I cry at the smallest of thing. And something I once was ashamed of, I have learned to embrace because it is apart of who I am.
That’s all that life is about, right? Loving every part of who you are. Even the imperfect and impure parts of you.
It’s not about you. It’s about them.
Naturally, as human beings when things begin to go wrong in our lives. When a person begins to become vindictive and evil towards us we immediately place blame within in ourselves. We re-think every possible conversation we had this person. We pick apart our words and our actions. We think about things we could have said differently. Wondering if maybe I should have called them more? Texted them more? Maybe they needed a hug one day and I was not there to give it to them? Did they feel abandoned by me? Unappreciated? and etc.
When truth of the matter is, sometimes its not even about you. Now, I will be the first to admit that yes as humans we sometimes do have the the tendency to make life harder for ourselves through our actions and wrong decision making. And other times, we come across people who are just determined to break your spirit and snatch your soul. You however, cannot let them.
I was sitting in church one day last year or a few years ago. And my pastor at the time was talking about how some people are thorns in our lives. How some people were placed in our lives for the sole purpose of trying to pick us apart. But, that how we as Christian men and women have the divine strength and power to overcome their ploy because of the Godly strength that lies deep within us. I know who my thorn is. I know the purpose they serve in my life and I am actually grateful for them because they have pushed me for beyond my limits.
And not in a, I’m going to snap kind of way. But, in a, “oh, shit I can’t believe I accomplished this” kind of way. Case and point. Last year I:
- Not only auditioned for, but was casted for Listen to Your Mother. (my first time ever in front of a live audience)
- Hosted my first successful event for my blog
- Learned (and still learning) the art of networking
and etc. The list goes on. But I don’t think I would have accomplished any of those things had I not been pushed. And in some instances forced to because I am fighting for something.
And in one way or another, you are too. So recognize that sometimes its not about you. Sometimes its about them recognizing something in you that they do not see in themselves. Them not have the gumption to accomplish their own dreams.
These people are cowardice. Threatened by the greatness that is you. Their tantrums are just distractions. Keep focused.
Not just as a blogger. But as a woman. As a mother. And a christian. My self-awareness is at an all time high. I understand the things that make me upset, but most importantly how to control my temper. How to ignore people. The art of tunnel vision.
As I have evolved, so has my blog and so has my personal brand. Understand that personal growth and the growth of your brand and business is synonymous to one another. As you change, as you mold into the persob you’ve always wanted to become the words you speak will change. The services you offer and how you help people. Speak life into them. It all changes as you grow.
I started blogging under I Am Woman. A very vague and common name, but at that time in my life it served it’s purposed. I was vague in who I wanted to be. What I wanted to be known for. I had no clear understanding of myself and it reflected in my writing. You could tell that I was an angry and bitter individual desperately trying to find her way by any means necessary. I felt like a victim because I made myself the victim.
And then one day, I went through a phase of writing nothing. Thinking I had falling out of love with blogging and the art of writing when really it was shedding season. I had written myself whole again. And I was happy. I am happy. Thus, I rebranded. Stepped into my own personal brand as myself, Brianne Patrice.
Today, I am fearless. And unstoppable. I no longer engage with my enemies. There’s no point to arguing with a fool. I do not have to prove myself to anyone. And you do not either.
You are strong.
You are fearless.
You are bold.
We are powerful.
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