Tsonga Princess

So today I thought instead of being deep, reflective or complaining I should right a young post about showing gratitude. Sometime we walk around so deep in our thoughts and we forget to be grateful for the small blessings that we receive. So my challenge to myself this week is to live outside myself long enough to be grateful for everything that comes my way. Not everything that comes my way do I need to handle somethings I can do without. That's it be thankful. Short and sweet...

Recently I’ve been struggling with a colleague of mine who constantly belittles me, nothing I ever do is great enough for his royal highness, he argues with me at any given chance over the smallest of mole hills (at least that’s how I feel). I feel discouraged and constantly question whether or not I’m cut out the cut throat world of television where I either kill or be killed in order to survive. I question whether or not I’m good enough and if I would not be better off doing something else. At this point in my life I feel like this is a bad space to be in because my first thought when I get to work is when can I get over this so that I can go home, I’m constantly time watching willing it to be 2pm so that I can see how much I can do before its appropriate for me to leave without looking suspicious. Now don’t get me wrong I love television, there’s no aspect of it I don’t love, from conceptualizing, to creating right down to the finished product that the nation watch’s on their...

What is my worth... is it in the way I do my hair - braided, cornrows, weaves or simply cut short? Is it the way I speak, how loud my voice is, how opinionated I am or how much back chatter I give to you at any given moment? Is it in the way I dress - skirt too long, jeans too tight, thong showing as I bend down? Is it in the walk I walk - too fast for you to catch up with me or too slow I'm constantly running behind you? Is it in my thinking - too independent for a man to love yet too traditional to blend in with the times? Who gets to decide my worth anyways - the people who work with me and think they know me because I crack a few jokes with the? The people I live with who are constantly underfoot with me and think they know best because they are family and nothing they do will hurt me (intentionally) Maybe my friends get to determine my worth because we spend countless hours pretending to be honest with each other while knowing very well that we keep our deepest fears...