A few weeks ago I attended a webinar that helped me plan and commit to creating daily posts to Instagram and Facebook and a blog post to WordPress at the beginning of each week. It was a lot harder than I thought.
Each week I was not consistent, but last week was the first time I posted on social media for all 7 days! For me that’s a huge accomplishment! To be able to complete a task, with my ADHD, has been such a struggle in the past! I’m learning that with a lot of hard work, setting goals, prayer, weekly planning, and being consistent, I’m able to focus more time and energy on my business.
I’ve had time to narrow down packaging ideas for my card sets, some design elements for social media, and the online store details in preparation for the launch! I even have some special things in the works for all of you that have been so supportive and patient with me along this journey!
I almost gave up several times this last week. Being a new business owner can be difficult.
After a great conversation with God (prayer) and another conversation with my husband (Happy 18th Anniversary today, Aug 23), I ended up taking my frustration and throwing it out! I began focusing on changes for the better.
With all of the things that have come up over the last few weeks, you’ll begin to see some things shift here continually until I find what works well. Thank you for the grace and still being here!
In this week’s posts over on Instagram and Facebook, I will be sharing some of those changes along with some Bible verses that have helped me re-center and re-focus.
Here’s one that I hope helps you if you’ve been feeling the same:
This month I am celebrating Black Businesses I am learning from, buying from, and reading about, all on my Instagram and Facebook 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.
Being mindful of not just my own challenges, but the challenges of others like me and bringing an awareness to them is important. We can all learn how to be more mindful others by learning about experiences we are each faced with day-to-day.
Launching my own business with 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 is helping me constantly evaluate myself on how to uplift, encourage, and inspire others.
Throughout this week, I will be sharing more about my process of 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙 over on 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 and 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠, with an occasional post here on the blog! My shop will be linked in a blog post once it’s ready to go!
I am looking forward to 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 being in a place where I can be more mindful of 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨…and bringing you along on the journey!
Hi Friends! Did you know that August is Black Business Month? I didn’t know until this year! Back in 2004, Frederick E. Jordan, an engineering entrepreneur, and John William Templeton, president and executive director of scholarly publishing company, eAccess Corp., started the yearly celebration while reflecting on the challenges Jordan faced as a new business owner. During the month of August, “individuals and businesses recognize Black-owned businesses across the country.” (NextDoor Editorial Team, 2020)
As a brand new business owner in the startup phase, I have been networking in a few different online spaces. What I have heard, especially in community with Black women, is there are plenty of challenges they have faced when starting their businesses. Being in community with them has shown me that I am not alone, as a Black woman/woman of color, trying to launch my own business.
As I began researching to start my own business, I found that Black business owners, like many business owners, face challenges when starting a new business. However, I started to see a trend in the gap of percentages and how it affected Black business owners in their first few years.
Black business owners receive less business financing, less often, and at higher rates.(Perry, 2020)
According to Federal Reserve numbers, 80.2% of white business owners receive at least a percentage of the funding they request from a bank. Only 66.4% of BIPOC (Black, indigenous, or people of color) business owners can say the same. When BIPOC-owned firms do get funding, the amounts tend to be about $30,000 less than comparable white-owned businesses, while their interest rates are about 1.4% higher. (Perry, 2020)
Only 1% of Black business owners obtain business loans in their first year. 7% of white-owned businesses get loans within their first year.(Perry, 2020)
Only 18% of Black business owners receive assistance from loan officers in completing applications, while 59% of white business owners receive help from loan officers.(Perry, 2020)
Even with the challenges of being a Black business owner, I am encouraged by the many business owners who did not let these challenges stop them. I am encouraged to keep going. That’s why I will be celebrating Black Business Month throughout the month of August!
My hope and prayer is that you will join me in celebrating too! I will post a blog here once a week and will have posts each week and through the month over on Facebook and Instagram! I will be sharing ways to uplift and support Black-owned businesses through encouragement, faith, helpful resources, stories, people I’m learning from, and more!
It was Sunday night, July 19, 2020, and my husband and I drove to the hospital. We had a scheduled appointment to have our youngest child. Our baby was past his due date, so I was being induced. I had never been induced with any of our 4 older children and labor had always started on it’s own, so I had no idea what to expect with an induction. I was filled with anxiety and tears for the days leading up to this.
If you don’t know the process of being induced, the hospital will give you an IV and put Pitocin in it to start contractions that your body doesn’t start on it’s own. Pitocin basically gives you intense contractions in a much shorter time to help the process of labor. When I say intense, I mean contractions every 3 minutes with not much relief in between them.
So, at 10pm, I was induced, given Pitocin and waited for contractions. By 11:30pm they were pretty rough, but I was waiting it out. I had one labor where I had pain relief at the very end (that labor was a whole mess! and probably deserved some legal attention, but that’s another story). I had one incredibly quick, painful labor without any pain relief, and two with epidurals, so I was determined to go without pain relief again. Not much happened between 11:30 pm and 2:30 am except for contractions every 8 minutes, conversations, social media browsing in between and looking at the picture of my older children for inspiration.
2:30 am and things are really intense! I breathed, watched my contractions, watched baby’s heart rate, talked with my husband as he gave me back rubs for the lower back labor pain, held my hand and gave me ice chips. I wanted to eat so badly, but you can’t in labor! So I tried walking around to help labor progress, but on my side was so much more comfortable and I seemed to be dilating at a good rate, so I rotated sides as I lay there for a while.
By 3:50am, the contractions were so intense, I was breathing, praying, focusing on being dilated at 7 centimeters (out of 10) and almost there! My husband had been awake for more than 24 hours at this point so he went to sleep. It was good for me because I focused for the next 2 1/2 hours with such intense contractions and felt so strong at that point. I kept telling myself I could do it.
5:40-6:10 am and “I need an epidural!” is all I can say at this point. My husband is awake now! I laugh thinking about it! But my nurse and my husband said I was so calm…I don’t remember feeling calm! I hadn’t dilated any further and I had been at 7 cm for about 4 hours at this point and not budging. So, I got the epidural. From about 4-6 am I cried, prayed, and felt the most intense labor pain I never want to feel again, but something about it feels so empowering to know I tried my best to labor on my own, with Pitocin giving me the worst of the worst contractions ever!
6:40-6:45, and relief! I was so exhausted and had also been awake for more than 24 hours. So, I took a nap along with my husband. At about 9:30am, I woke up and said, “I’m sleepy, but I feel pressure.” They called my doctor right away. I was fully dilated and baby was right there waiting to be born! So I pushed for about 11 minutes and our 5th child, second son was born at 9:51 am on 7/20/20, in the middle of a worldwide pandemic. I cried tears of joy, just like I had before, every single time!
Today, 7/20/2021, our son Kai is a one year old happy boy! All of the pregnancy scares, the worries, anxiety I felt being pregnant during the pandemic is met with new mom worries. But there’s so much more joy to see who this little guy has become and how he continues to grow! He is such a joy to our lives and I wonder why I ever worried that we wouldn’t be able to handle having 5 children in the first place. All glory goes to God for all that has happened in our lives through these past two years!
I’m sure there may be more details I have not mentioned, but it has taken me a year to go back to relive this memory. I finally felt like it was a good time to share with you on my son’s one year birthday! Thank you for taking the time to go back with me!
Hey friends! It feels good to be in this space and I had to send out a quick hello!
For my small business launch, I have been working hard on some back end business stuff (still) that no one really enjoys. Okay, maybe someone enjoys it, but I’m now my own admin in my own small business! For those of you who don’t know, almost every job I’ve ever had was in an Administrative role and I just can’t escape it! For now! (No shade to anyone in an administrative role! That’s hard work!)
I will have an official launch date to share with you soon! After playing with some initial ideas, I finally narrowed some down and have created my first sets of handmade ‘Thank You’ cards to be pieced together. I can’t wait to get everything up and running on the site to share with you! It’s almost here!
I shared a small preview on my Instagram stories, so don’t forget to check those out so you don’t miss anything AND the few surprises I have coming up!
Thanks for spending some time with me here today! I look forward to sharing more with you soon! You’re awesome!
This past weekend I had to call my pharmacy for my new ADHD medications. Long story short, I ran out of meds and went a day without them when I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t complete chaos, but I definitely noticed the difference. One area the meds help in is time management. I struggled pre-medication days, but with each new medication, I noticed a slight difference. Overall, I still hadn’t found the medication that is the perfect balance.
As I was out today, a vivid memory popped in my head. I was 20 and had a job interview across town. Traffic was busy and I had done everything I thought I could to be on time. My anxiety was high, I was lost, and so frustrated. Cell phones and navigation apps weren’t like they are today, so I was relying on directions online or over the phone. I never made it to the interview. I would have been 30+ minutes late and didn’t want to embarrass myself any further.
I’ve lived my entire life like this. Always late, forgetting how I arrived somewhere without directions, full anxiety around people, driving in traffic, not understanding jokes, slow comebacks because I didn’t “get it”, and wanting to stay isolated so I wouldn’t have to explain or help people understand the inner turmoil I live with daily.
Fast forward to today and I started my new medication. I saw a difference in my focus within the first 3 hours. I’ve completed multiple tasks, was far less distracted, and didn’t procrastinate. Tasks that raise my anxiety, overwhelm or frustrate me didn’t seem to be “life altering.” I still need to see how my body reacts, but for the first day, compared to other first days, this one is the best.
If you’ve been reading my posts for a while you may remember me mentioning that mental health was far less talked about in the Black community when I was growing up. Add this within some parts of the Christian community and it was something that could be healed away or was “just a demon”. I’m confident this is one of the many reasons people are being diagnosed with ADHD or other mental health issues as adults.
As someone who was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, a Christian, and woman of color, I know now more than ever that advocating for my own mental health is so important. It’s something that I want to teach my children to know about, to know how to be their own self-advocate, and to encourage others who may be struggling in their own journey to seek out good mental health with their mental disorder/illness.
Growing up, I would hear some say that to celebrate Juneteenth was to be racist. Both my husband and I grew up in the same school system and weren’t taught the meaning of Juneteenth.
A few years ago, I joined with some amazing women who discussed racism; a racial reconciliation group with women from our church. The more conversations I had with white people and people of color, I realized how much I had allowed other’s opinions or hurtful words silence my voice.
As I continued to learn through reading, talking with close friends and family, and the more racism I experienced from people in and outside the church, I knew I could no longer be silent.
As we celebrate Juneteenth & Father’s Day this weekend, and even though we still have so much work to do, we have so much to be grateful for! Our family (one of our children is not pictured here) is having conversations with one another continually. Conversations to not hate, and to love all with God’s love.
This weekend, we celebrate Juneteenth along with so many of our brothers and sisters, friends of all races, family, and thanking God for always being here through every season we face! So very grateful today!
I have a lot on my mind lately…I’ve cringed as I’ve had conversations or read posts online shared by people, including myself.
I sit in my bubble, consuming God’s word and am in my daily routine while people around me are hurting. I believe I must look outside my little bubble to see how I can pray for and truly love others.
Learning about political, racial, and cultural issues is important. I also believe it’s important to God. How can I effectively apply God’s word to my life and “be the church” to those around me if I have no clue what people are even going through?
Jesus related to those around him. He didn’t change God’s word, but loved, cared for and listened to what people experienced. It’s how I should lead by example daily. I’ve been torn while seeing how “the church” (𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛) has gone without extending grace, love and compassion to others.
So many are walking away from their faith because of the toxicity and exclusion I see, I’ve played my part in, and have also experienced in and from “the church”. It’s so important for me to unlearn the bad habits of self-righteousness as a Christ follower.
My prayer is that I’ll do better. It’s why I share in my stories (on Instagram and Facebook) or blog posts from my perspective as a woman of color, a black woman, or a multi-racial woman (𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 “𝙢𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚“, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙢 “𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙“ 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.) I truly believe we can learn from each other.
This is my day to day; my reality. Most likely it’s a reality for you and some of your friends of color too. Learning, unlearning, and talking with people, (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜) I can do my part in being the church…