The Journey 2

Good Rising Tribe!

I’ve been awake since 5am and its 7:37am now. Do you ever have moments where you think about life, and you ask yourself questions about your life…?

For instance, I woke up and thought to myself, what am I doing with my life, or what do I have planned for today. I have always thought this way and honestly, I forced these thoughts on my siblings growing up which is why they was not surprised when I announced I wanted to be a life coach.

I’m very happy in life and I have manifested so much, especially my state of mind, my peace and happiness. But there’s always a question of can I do more, or should I do more, is there something that need to done. I feel like this way of thinking has been very beneficial to me because it keeps me on my toes, it keeps me checking in with myself. Honestly it has gotten me this far. There were several times in my life where I asked these questions and realized that I was in a bad situation and needed a change. These questions also require you to be very honest with yourself.

I’ve had to tell myself some hard truths in my life and sometimes it can crush your reality but it’s so vital because it will lead you to where you want to be.

For instance, 32 days before meeting my fiancé I was in such slump and I asked myself like Sylvia wtf is we doing (there’s a back story for why I was in slump, which ill share one day), so naturally I got on the phone with sister and told her, like for the next 30 days I’m not doing anything, not forcing anything unless I feel called to it. I did the bare minimum, with cleaning, cooking and journaling unless I felt called to do something else or something more. By day 5 I was repeating the same thing every day (like first make my bed, read, whatever) this was me practicing being consistent. Day 6 I asked myself what do in want or what am I ready for, I didn’t know people in the town I lived in so one of the things I wanted was good supportive friends that I can hang out with and trust. The next thing I said I wanted was to meet a man. More days went by of me just getting more clear on what I wanted for myself and for my children and how I wanted life moving forward to look for us.

I started journaling about these friendships and this guy I wanted to meet. Here’s the part that’s interesting. When I journaled about the guy I wanted and the kind of relationship I wanted to have (I have been broken up from the girls dad for three years now and felt I was ready for something different) I started with I want a handsome black man that will love me, boom something stopped me from writing and I heard this voice inside of me said “be open” so I went back scratched out the word black and it read “I want a handsome scratch Man that will love me…”

(I will give y’all the back story on why I believe God told me to be open another day)

Then one day something told me to go on tinder and I said if any one of these guys ask me for a picture I’m done. I saw my now fiancé and thought oh he’s cute, I swiped, and it was a match, we texted over tinder for about a day or two, he was very polite in trying to get to know me. I stopped the conversation because I felt called to go back in my hole (I have to remember to tell y’all about this slump), so I didn’t talk to him for a day. Now 31 days after my 30 days of not forcing anything, he messaged me and said “it seems like you not interested so I was going to unmatch with you but before I do would you like to go on a date tomorrow” I thought to myself like why not and I told him yes, he planned everything, and I met him there.

He picked this cute little restaurant and at the time I was pescatarian, so I searched the menu before going. When I arrived, he was standing there with one single rose and I swear to you a halo over his head, I knew the halo was something only I can see. I was a little freaked out because I had never seen something this before, I kept thinking like “God are sure.” Oh I should mention that this a white man. As we sat down and talked more, everything he was saying was everything I had written about just a couple days before, right then and there at that restaurant the first day I met him I knew he would be my husband. One year and six months later he proposed.