How are you getting along thus far in this wonderful New
Year? I think I am fairing…trying to
stick to the goals I created for myself, consistency is key, that’s a fact! So,
when I found that in the past few weeks I have not been consistent, I had to
ask myself why. Some folks believe that
there are only two emotions we operate from and they are either love, or fear.
Which do you find yourself operating from?
I am noticing that I live in love but often operate out of
fear. Fear of failure is what stands out most of all. See, I feel like if I
procrastinate long enough, I won’t have to worry about my outcomes. It’s really
self-sabotage, and why, because of fear. But if I live in love, don’t I love
myself enough to move beyond my fears? This is my biggest challenge and my
biggest opposition is myself.
I recently read something in ‘Acts of Faith’ written by Iyanla Vanzant and she stated, “Your chief adversary comes
to teach you a lesson. Your most difficult challenge strengthens your survival
skills. Your greatest fear deepens your faith .Your weakest ability beckons you
to grow.” These sentences rang loudly in my ear, stirred my soul to be quite
frank. As a child, there was a time I was afraid of the Boogie Man, but to be
honest, I never met him. What often awakened me or kept me from doing things
that I was afraid of was most of all, my own consciousness and perceptiveness
about certain things, especially darkness. I quickly realized that once a
little light was shed, there was no longer darkness, and once I ventured out to
doing something I was afraid to do, I quickly realized it was a breeze to accomplish.
The only thing that stood in my way was me.
I believe I have been afraid of submitting my book and my
work in general, fearing rejection, so I have missed several submission
deadlines, sadly. There was an article deadline I needed to meet by the 14th,
and as you can guess, I missed it, but submitted it last night. Not certain if
it will be accepted, but it’s time to truly do, to practice what I so often
preach and to submit away to see my first work in print. So here’s to putting the Boogie
Man to bed, embracing my fears and not only living, but operating in love,
allowing fear to further activate this gift that God has given me, to write and
share with you.
Peace and blessings,
Shamina
Shamina
MY PEN
I thought I would never fully understand how you ended up in
my hand
Often stuck inside my brain, never knew my thoughts would
transcend to blue black ink
Pages just blank and bare until I put you against my finger
tips
Often so long that you left that weird looking dent
I thought I would
never fully understand how you ended up in my hand
Sometimes you would go empty on me and I felt like my
thoughts would then evaporate like quicksand
Balled point, fined tipped, felt tip with a grip, who would
have thought you were going to be my conduit
Transforming my mental universe into a sea of reading works
I thought I would never understand how you ended up in my
hand
My pen, my friend, my never ending stickup man
