Diary of a Content Black Woman

The delicate dance between anticipation and anxiousness never ceases to amaze me. Being a person who sets goals based on deep-seated ambitions, I've learned the invaluable lessons of patience.

A watched pot never boils like a watched rose bud never sprouts. With age and maturity we all must surrender to the pace of time.

This post represents my 700th since I began blogging regularly over a year ago. In many ways, this is exciting. To give voice to a message through such a great platform as blogging leaves me grateful and has led to some interesting potential opportunities.

Today, I am scheduled to receive good news based on my work. To work fully as a communicator has been a great goal of mine and I have been forced to hold on to this dream like a child holds on to her security blanket. I know the truth for my future because with every effort I have made to give up the dream, it manages to continue block my path in heading toward a life of mediocrity and a meager existence.

All in all, throughout this process, I have been kept while learning new lessons in trust, faith and patience. I've learned to love me and my life with a new kind of love. I have come to cherish my assuredness in knowing what is for me, is for me and nothing can stop it unless it is not intended.

So, while I anticipate a future of relative comfort mounted by creativity, I embrace and have peace now. This means I continue my great efforts to wait without fear otherwise known as not being anxious.

I know self and spiritual confidence now. I believe in the value of my gifts and talents now minus the need for approval from those outside of me who possess little to no desire to know me. This with the trusting that all things will continue to unfold for my greater good and the good of those whom I seek to serve by delivering a message based in encouragement and spiritual self-empowerment.

Life has value and meaning now. Everything hereafter is just a cherry and whip cream on top.