Raising Kanye: A Review

The interview with Kanye’s Mama was featured on the site today. I didn’t get good feedback about it from my friends but I have to tell you that I enjoyed doing this interview WAYYY more than I enjoyed interviewing John Legend because this interview was real and the Legend interview felt like we were both acting. Neither one of us were interested in what the other person was saying. This interview was really me pouring out my heart to my main man’s Mama while trying to understand the reasoning behind the choices she made while Raising Kanye.

Listen for yourself.

Would I suggest you buy the book? Hmmm…If you aren’t a lover of Kanye West you probably wouldn’t want to pick it up.

If you are a lover of success stories and intimate biographies, you may enjoy it. It has an easy to follow narrative flow that feels like Mama whispering in your ear. The reason I liked the book was because it held the keys to Kanye’s success and the belief system he was raised with which I believe could benefit anyone’s life, well anyone who has goals for their life.

It was more of an inspirational book than a biography at some points. She traced her life and the decisions she made leading up to Kanye’s birth and beyond. She writes extensively about her large family and their importance to Kanye’s upbringing. She chose an interesting lead-in throughout the book, using Kanye’s lyrics as a jump-off to tell stories. I liked that. At other times, it was obvious she wanted to take the chance to defend her son’s personality, even dedicating almost an entire chapter to that. You can really tell where he gets his personality from.

Her views on parenting, religion and relationships are extremely liberal. For example she encouraged Kanye and his friends to masterbate instead of experimenting with young girls. She lived with a couple of different men that she was dating while she hoped for love and raised Kanye which may cause some people to raise their eyebrow and others to say, “Damn…that’s reality right there.” I realize that we share the same thought patterns on equipping your children with every tool necessary in order to seek, find and flourish in his purpose.

All in all it was a book about a mother trying to raise her son the best way she could, affording him opportunities that she never had and loving him unconditionally along the way. After all…look at what became of the little boy whose mother thought she never wanted children…

Conversations With Friends

I spoke to Marsha last night.

I wanted to wait until she got back from Vegas before I called her and released the angst from my heart. She answered on the 3rd ring.

“Hello Mama!” she greeted me excitedly.

“Do you have time to talk?”

“Yeah Mama, what’s up?”

I sighed dramatically and began my child-like whine. “Marsha. I don’t know what’s going on between us but my heart is hurting. Ever since I left Miami in April I felt like something is wrong with our relationship, like you don’t love me anymore. I’m trying to figure out what it is but I can’t. And even last week when we were in California, our interaction was crazy. I was looking forward to that trip because I knew I would see you and you would give me all the love and hugs I needed but you kept SCREAMING at me about my choices in my walk with God and it hurt me so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“Awww Tee. If I was screaming at you I’m sorry but I will always love my Tee! It’s just that I’m so in love with God and I see how he’s blessed my life through my obedience and I want you to have the same thing. I know you are seeking and I was there too at one point but Tee you have to understand that there are certain things God requires of us and one of them is tithing to a church. If you trust God in that way, He will supply all of your needs. I didn’t mean to be harsh with you, I just want you to be where I am. And the thing about the palm reader lady, girl..I understand that you are always down for having new experiences but those people are not of God and I wanted you to understand that.”

I sighed. “Girl…I think it’s the fact that maybe you don’t see where I am with God right now. Let me explain something to you. I am all alone almost ALL the time. I never have company. I don’t have friends. I am in a position where all I can do is trust God and get companionship from God. This is a very intimate time for God and me and for the first time EVER, I can actually say that I know when He is talking to me. I never thought I’d get to that point but He is really leading me every step of the way and I want you to TRUST that He is taking care of me. I remember you saying, ‘If you want God to bless you then you have to…’. Girl I don’t have to desire that because God is already blessing me. And I realize that my relationship with Him is very personal. The path that He has for me may never be like yours. I believe God is leading me to be a blessing to the people in the service industry and that is why I pour my money out to waiters and valet attendents. That’s where I feel like my money should be going and I believe God is okay with that because otherwise, he’d tell me to stop.”

“You know what it really is,” I continued then stopped. “It’s the fact that when you spoke to me so aggressively it reminded me of my Baby Daddy and how he used to talk to me. It reminded me of JB and how he talked to me too. It reminded me of the man at the hostel and how he yelled at me. I don’t like that. I don’t like aggression like that because it reminds me of how men treat me. And now since I don’t hang out with anyone but God, no one talks to me that way so it hurt even more to hear it coming from you, especially about a subject as personal as the way I worship God with my life. God doesn’t yell at me, He speaks to me in love. You should too, even when you believe I’m wrong.”

“Girl…I’m sorry. You know you’re my Tee and I will never, ever stop loving you.”

“What if I start worshipping the devil?”

“Tee! We’ll have problems then…”

“I’m glad we talked. Now I feel better and I know that you just want the best for me…Now what’s going on with you?”

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Kim called me this morning.

“Girl, we need to talk.”

“What?”

“Girl, it may be time for me to leave my friends house because…well…let me tell you what happened. Girl, I was just talking to her and I told her that I feel like it’s time to stop eating processed foods and girl she gave me the dirtiest look. It’s like she was mad at me because I am trying to take good care of my body. And it’s not like I’m trying to lose weight or anything. It’s just that I feel like my body is my temple and I want to take care of it.”

“That hoe HATIN! She is really upset that you hold yourself in such high regard and she’s mad that she doesn’t feel the same way about herself.”

“Girl, when she sees that I only drink Evian she gets so upset and rolls her eyes and starts talking about how she can’t afford to be so picky about what she eats.”

“SHE can’t afford? Shit…YOUR ass really can’t afford it because you ain’t got no job, driving around in a Beemer, drinking Evian! She needs to be asking you what you are doing to be living so lovely with no “natural” supply of income. She need to stop discouraging you and join you.”

“I know girl…”

“Hatin! Tell that hoe to get a life! I don’t like her. So…What’s processed food?”

“Girl, it’s any kind of food that is not completely fresh. You heard of Organic foods right?”

“Yeah…JB used to eat that stuff. But honestly Kim, this is weird that you bring this up but for a while now I’ve been having this strange feeling whenever I eat meat. It’s as though I can SEE the animal it came from when it’s on my plate. Ughh…But I don’t know what to do because I don’t like vegetables.”

“For real? Wow. God will lead you. He’ll show you what to do.”

“You know what? What’s funny is I remember JB telling me that I didn’t like vegetables because I didn’t have anyone to cook them for me with the right seasonings. And the other day when I was at that barbeque place girl..they had some corn that tasted like MEAT! After I ate it I went up to them and asked them what they put in it and the man smiled and told me they put bell peppers, onions and garlic in them. I was like DAYUMMM, they were GOOD!”

“Girl…I have a friend who weighs her food before she eats it.”

“What?!”

“Girl, yes she monitors her calorie intake too because she wants to control her weight.”

“Ya’ll hoes have too much time on ya’ll hand.”

He’s Just A DJ But…

His book was actually good.

Ajana took the time to go around the office on Friday and found a copy for me. About 20 minutes before it was time to leave on our little field trip, I opened up the book and started reading.

Just two pages into it, I was already cracking up. “I don’t remember him being this funny on air!” I said aloud. Dude…the book is LAUGH OUT LOUD hilarious! I’m So serious. You will laugh like you’re watching Def Comedy Jam. I thought this was a very good approach to a semi autographical book since the subject was after all, a radio deejay.

In between the gut wrenching bursts of laughter I learned a lot about his upbringing in Alabama during the days of the quest for civil rights. I felt sad as he described his longing for attention from women. They used to call him Fungus. Awww… He often described his experience growing up as a fat boy. Maybe it was meant to happen this way, he married the first woman who paid him attention and wasn’t distracted by the pull and sway of being “hot”. Sometimes that shit can make you lose focus.

Who cares what a radio deejay has to say? Apparently a lot of people. I guessed I missed the boat on this one because when I tell my friends where I work, they are impressed. I’m like, “Why?”

My homegirl had to break it down to me. “Tee, you are in a strategic position at a media conglomerate that is well known in the country. You work for one of our Black leaders and we don’t have many. When the Radio Man says do something, people listen. You’re going to be noticed by all the right people.”

I was like, “For real?” I just wanted to work for a website. This website will do just fine. To be honest, I was not a fan of the Radio Man’s show. I listened to it once or twice but I remember thinking, “He’s not talking to me.” And I visited the website before, but I remember thinking, “What is this?” And I never went back.

Now that I am on the inside I can see how much effort it takes to pull that thing together and I have so much more respect for the website than before. I do look forward to being a key part of its reconstruction just as much as I want to help develop engaging content that readers won’t be able to get enough of.

But back to the book…It was funny! But it was kinda weird to read. Like, I don’t know if this sounds funny but I don’t look at the Radio Man as a celebrity. I don’t want to take a picture with him or get his autograph. He’s just a cool dude lucky enough to be giving his gift. That is what I admire most about him, he’s giving his gift to the world and expanding it and helping so many people and he loves it everyday. I hope to be able to do the same. Well…I am doing it now…just on a smaller scale.

Throughout the book he uses humor to point out various social ills and also clarify his reason for doing things the way he did them, like why he didn’t allow Bob Johnson to come on his show and speak about when Tavis Smiley was fired from BET, immediately following their buyout from Viacom. He mentioned the various arms of the company like the Foundation that supports HBCU’s and the website and how he will never stop being a voice for and to Black people.

He even has a section with advice for single mothers.

At the end of the book he has a whole list of random advice like:

It you get busted for making a videotape, make a hit gospel song. It worked for R. Kelly.

Don’t fry chicken naked.

When your woman asks you if her behind looks too big, act like you don’t hear her.

Give ugly a chance.

and my personal favorite: Act like you don’t want it, it becomes easier to get.

This man’s over all flavor is so appealing to me. In his book he advised everyone to look for the greatness in others and he gave some advice that I use ALL THE TIME. He wrote: There is no place for jealousy in business. If someone is doing a better job than you are, either find a way to improve yourself or join forces with that person.

I’ve been building my TEAM since highschool and I will ONLY attach myself to winners because I’m a winner too. I can’t be the most brilliant when it comes to everything so in essence, I’m only as knowledgable as my resources.

His book was a checklist for my road to greatness and I am happy to report that I am well on my way. His character, talent and stubborness all mirror my own and this book was just confirmation that I’m going the right way.

Everyone loves The Radio Man in our office. His presence makes everyone smile. He’s like a little mascot.

No one is too fond of The Prez, I’ll tell you that. ~raises eyebrow~ He runs a tight ship..uh…company.

Honestly, what impresses me the most about this company is…the kitchen.

Yeah…Everytime I have to go get some water I pause and look around like, “Wow. This is a nice big kitchen.” For real, I feel so warm and cozy when I’m in there and I always think of The Prez and feel proud that a man who is so young is in charge of it all.

Speaking of The Prez, the book mentions him quite a bit. I actually learned a lot about him as well by reading this. His Dad sure is proud that he received his MBA from (insert college here). He mentions that his son recieved his MBA from (insert college here) like…a hundred times. ~smile~ Proud Papa!

You know what REALLY blowed me when I read the book? The Radio Man is really, really wealthy. He wrote about selling HALF of his company for $56 million. HALF of your company DAMN! It kinda made me want to shrink into little pieces because I didn’t know I was in such a…what’s the word…prominent organization.

Sometimes I’m so clueless. I just be…trying to work hard. That’s all..

I Went To Church Today

Guess where I went this morning?
That’s right. I went to TD Jakes church. Let me tell you, it was an experience. But honestly, it wasn’t all good.


When I first arrived and walked through the doors I couldn’t believe it when NONE of the ushers or greeters even smiled at me or gave me a program. Does this church HAVE programs? Does anyone care that I’m here? Why didn’t anyone welcome me? I couldn’t believe that their personal conversations were more important than welcoming guests.
The only person who acknowledged me was the man handing out offering envelopes. I politely declined. THEN, I walked through the HUGE church smiling and I walked right to the front because I was 30 minutes early and I wanted to get a front row seat. No one was on the front row yet but just as I started to sit down I noticed others looking at me crazy. “Are these seats reserved?” I asked. “Yes, they are.”Well damn. “Where can I sit?” I asked. “Back there,” they said pointing to the rear. “These front seats are reserved for the staff.”I rolled my eyes. How rude! I don’t sit in the back anywhere. I’m a front row type of chick. I want the full experience.So I walk up to an usher and introduce myself, “Hi, I’m Ms. Tee. I’m from Florida and this is my first time here. I’d like 2 of your BEST seats for myself and my friend.”He laughed. “Well, how about up there?” he asked and pointed to some seats wayyy up in the stands. I looked at him and said, “No. I’m a visitor. I deserve better seats than that. I’ve waited a long time to hear him speak in person.””Well, this time I’ll let you sit up front but next time you have to sit in the back, ok?” “Sure,” I said and then silently added, “There won’t be a next time because ya’ll are treating me like I’m a second class citizen.”
So I sat down in the front section on the 4th row and I was so upset. You have to treat people like you LOVE them in church. Every single person that walked by my row, neither smiled nor introduced themselves to me. I became extremely annoyed at this point and I was ready to leave. Why would I ever think of joining a place where everyone ignores you? These people don’t give a damn about a new face.So the choir sang and I tried to shake off my frustration but it was hard because of my past negative experiences with churches. Then they played a whole bunch of commercials and made some announcements and honored Bishop Jakes and his wife for celebrating 25 years of marriage.That was so special to me. 25 years of marriage? They have been looking at each other for so long and they STILL like each other. I allowed my fantasy relationship to play out for a little while during the tribute. In my mind I enjoyed sitting next to my husband and him whispering inside jokes in my ear as we both enjoy watching my boys grow up as our business grows.Then I snapped out of it as TD Jakes began to speak. At the instant his voice hit my ears, every negative thought about this church dissappeared. There’s something about him….This man spoke to me. He peeked into my soul and pulled out the very details that I try so hard to hide behind my makeup. His message was about recognizing your significance.I can see why he’s so popular. His message uplifts those of us who have come through so much abuse and degradation and opposition but don’t want to be there forever.It wasn’t just an inspirational word, it was more of a reminder from God that I am doing the right thing. My sons will be so blessed because of my hard work. My entire family will never again have to go to a foodstamp office or collect a welfare check. I was on welfare with my first son. It was the only way I knew how to survive without dropping out of school and going back to Miami to live with my Mama. I was on foodstamps for years. I lived in section 8 housing with my son just like I was raised in. I fell viction to the generational curse of poverty.My whole family is like that. My Mama is the only one who owns her own home. No one but me, has ever attended or graduated from college yet. I can’t just sit by and wait for someone to rescue us. I’m strong enough to take the pain of paving the way. I’m smart enough to make the right decisions or even recover from making the wrong ones. Just like The Radio Man sacrificed time with his sons to work hard and provide for them and it changed their whole world, I have to do the same thing. Thank God his sons don’t resent him for it. They appreciate him for it. They understand. They love him anyway. And now he has created a remarkable change in lifestyle and opportunity that will last through the generations. That’s what I’m trying to do. I want my boys to grow up knowing that their options in life are limitless because God is their supply and Mommy has the connections to point them in whatever direction they want to go.May God Bless Bishop TD Jakes for being there today to affirm me. I also got a word in my spirit that I need to stop cursing so much. It’s unbecoming of a lady and a leader.Lemme go…I have to marinate on all this growth.

Flashbacks

I had a beautiful day today. After my luscious nap I actually turned on my TV and watched a movie.

When I got hungry I went into the kitchen and pulled out my box of pancake mix. As I mixed the batter in a cup and heard the soft hiss of the oil in the pan as it warmed up I had a flashback.

Me…Standing in front of the stove at the hostel, making pancakes for breakfast. Making pancakes for lunch. Making pancakes for dinner. So many pancakes. So many pancakes.

So little money. Trying to stretch it.

Drinking water.

Holding on.

Sitting outside. Praying. Praising.

Keeping quiet. Not wanting to disrupt. Never wanting to disturb. Always polite.

Wishing for a home. Hoping for an address one day.
Talking on the phone with my friends. Receiving their love. Dancing to R. Kelly’s ‘I Believe I can Fly’.
Sitting outside by the lake, praying and thanking God for protecting me and guiding me here.
And then my flashback stops.

And I look around.

I’m in my own kitchen.

I have my own kitchen.

I have a place to live. I checked my own mail yesterday.

I got my insurance card. I can go to the doctor.

I have a room. Nothing is in it yet. But I have a room. I have a living room. I have an internet connection.

No one has the key but me.

God gave me a place to live. I don’t have to leave.

I don’t have to leave. I don’t have to wish anymore. This is a reality.

I have my own place to live. And I’m living here. And I sleep here. And I have my own key. And I’m not living in the hostel anymore. And I’m not sleeping in my car anymore. No one can kick me out. No one can try to use me as their playtoy. And I’m so grateful.

I’m so grateful.

I have an address now.

It’s my own address.

And I don’t care if I have to sleep on the floor because it’s my floor.

I have an address now.

There’s a place that I call home.

And it’s only going to get better.

I am so grateful to you God.

Transitioning In the Spirit

God, you know I can’t take back who I am any more than I can change the way you made me look. The desire of my heart for my blog was to be able to evaulate myself through my writing for a better understanding of who I am and my growth.

Sometimes I do mask what I’m truly feeling. I tend to make people look better than they are in reality because I want to see them in that light forever.

I trust you God. Whatever you have to do, please do.

My character is such that I am fair and honest and I walk in integrity. I don’t meet many people with those qualities but I expect that they are out there.

If this uneasiness in my heart is of you, then please show me where you are leading me. There is no mal intent or maliciousness in me. I ask for peace as I make this next transition toward my destiny. Settle this issue in my heart, now and forever.

I’m scared but…I’ll be okay with whatever you decide to do. For the lessons you have to teach me along the way, I thank you.

I’ll wait for your answer, in earnest expectation.

Sometimes You Just…Know

You won’t believe what happened to me on Monday. I got stuck in my building when the power went out. Yeah…I went in to work on Memorial Day because I didn’t have anything else to do. ~shrugs~ When the power went out, I looked around and realized that I didn’t know where the stairs were and the elevators weren’t working. It was daytime so it wasn’t dark, but there I sat, captive for a little more than an hour.

I texted my director and she said she didn’t know where the stairs were either. We need to have a fire drill or something, there has to be more than one way out.

I didn’t flip out. It’s not like I was in the elevator when the power went out. I just sat in the nice cozy chair in the lobby and looked through the picture albums on the table. I took this picture while I was sitting there.

The Radio Man has met ERRYBODY over the years! Dang! There’s pictures of him with Bill Clinton. He has pics with James Brown. His foundation has given away a ton of money and ofcourse…there were pics of The Prez looking all young. How come he is so georgeous to me? It makes absoutely no sense for him to be single when he looks like that. But I am not going to be sweating him…anymore. I’m sure there are enough chicks out there who do that already. ~folding arms~

If you had a chance to come and see the office, you’d flip because of all the Black businesses I’ve worked for, it is hands down the most beautiful. There is a long hallway filled with nothing but awards, plaques, trophies, ribbons. Every city has honored the Radio Man with keys and so many universities have awarded him honorary degrees. I would have never thought that. Wow.

~sigh~ He’s done so much.

I have so much to do in this world.

I had such a crazy day today. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I feel so much pressure to achieve. The pressure is overtaking me and I can’t even stop it. I feel like I’m running out of time. I feel like if it doesn’t happen right now, my whole world is going to collapse. I know I have it in me to succeed but I won’t allow myself to celebrate anything I do because I can’t let go of the big picture and I haven’t even won a Pulitzer yet. I haven’t even made the New York Times bestsellers list yet. No one has offered me my own line of Hallmark cards or my own television show. Cover Girl still hasn’t called me.

It’s like I KNOW I can do it. I know it will happen. I just haven’t been stable enough to really focus on it.

Tonight I feel weird while writing this. I feel like I’m putting on a show. For the first time ever this feels like I’m writing for an audience instead of sharing my life for myself and allowing others to peek into what I’m doing.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t written while I was unemotional in a long time. Imagine watching The Matrix 3 times in a row while your’e high. Then watch it again when you’re not. Big difference huh?

Emotions are my high. I like to be high.

I guess I usually write because I have a burning desire to figure something out but tonight I figured it out before I sat down to vent my thoughts.

I am truly a superstar.

Some people WISH they were.

Some people dream about being one.

I am one.

And I feel it from the inside out.

And it’s weird that no one has to validate that view, I just KNOW.

And it’s also weird that I know and it hasn’t really happened yet.

Sometimes you just..know. And all you can do is wait…and continue to do your thing. And hold on to your true friends because you can recognize the fake ones starting to appear. ~sigh~

It has to happen…My baby promised me.

“You’re gonna touch the sky, BABYGIRL!” – My Dream Lover, Kanye West

The Tipping Point

I fucking love it.

Excuse me while I enjoy the waves of pleasure coursing through my body inch by inch, setting fire to my spirit and awakening me in a way that proves that I have only been half awake before this very moment.

I get it.

I’ve been trying to run away.

This new position and place in my life has presented multiple challenges and my immediate reaction is to say, “Forget it, I’m gone. I can make it on my own. I don’t need their input or advice, no one but God can move me anyway.”

But they’ve been patient with me.

In the past, at every company that I have been with, my goal was to stay and learn and grow and become an asset to the company simply because I like serving others and helping them grow but each time I presented a new marketing plan or a new outline of my job description I was rewarded with, “You’re fired.”

So this time when I settled in, I made sure to give my Director exactly what she wanted but I decided to expand that and give more. I didn’t ask permission this time, I just did it. Imagine my surprise when instead of hearing, “You’re fired.” I heard, “Good job.”

Huh? I’m not fired?

Aiight. If you didn’t say anything about that then watch me do THIS without asking!

~Ta, daaa!~

“Excellent, Tee!”

Huh? I can do that too? ~scratching head~ Are you sure?

~raising eyebrow~

It’s about to be on! They’re giving me creative freedom to flex and have as much fun as I want. My Director told me, “I trust you.”

For real? Damn…

Let me explain what is that I do.

When we have advertisers who order campaigns on our site, my job is to make sure that there is sufficient content to support their campaign so that our page view goals are met. In order to do that I have to sit down and think about who the advertiser is and what kind of stories would entice the target audience of the advertiser.

In addition to gathering content from our content sharing partners, my goal is for the content to be so fresh and specific to our audience that they can’t keep themselves from clicking and reading.

This is where I set the vision for the campaign and make a detailed list of topics I’d like to read about that support the vision. I have to make sure that there is enough fresh content to “roll out” the entire time the campaign is active which may be a month or a few months, depending on the contract. I also have to present my vision to the designers who will usually design a fresh page to meet my vision for the type of content I want to present. I also have to be mindful of incorporating the ads into the page design and also ensuring that my content is featured on the homepage in a variety of ways so that people will know it’s there.

Then I have to assess what writers I have working with me and decide who may be best to write each type of story because some of the stories are more research oriented while others are more flirty and fun.

In order to gather a group of writers I had to put ads out in different writing groups and ask for suggestions from bloggers I know. If you know a writer, tell them to contact me. I will give everyone an opportunity to show what they can do.

Every writer comes with a specific skill set that I am becoming more familiar with but they all have one thing in common; they’re hungry. They’re just like I was a year ago. I knew I had a gift and I wanted to use that gift, but I had no medium to put it out there. A writer without clips is not really a writer, at least that’s the gatekeeper into the journalism profession.

My goal is to allow brand new writers with little to no experience to have an opportunity to learn and grow with me as I become an even better editor. This experience has been rewarding for me because I love to coach writers but I’m also learning a lot about how to manage writers. I managed writers in Atlanta and they hated me for the most part because I challenged them. I was too rough with them. I eventually learned how to talk to them without offending them but ALL writers are sensitive about their work so it’s a hard cross to bear.

These writers are special because they come with so many rough edges and I have to remember that they may or may not have studied journalism like I have and I have to have compassion. But at the same time, I don’t want to coddle them or over edit their stories because if they take their clips to another publication, they won’t be able to deliver or deal with even more demanding editors like I have.

There’s a couple of shining stars in my armory of writers but one stands out among the rest. I’m kinda hard on her because I see what she can be. Her writing is so good that when she gave me her first story I had to ask her, “Did you really write this?”

The reason I love her so much is the fact that she’s dependable, she meets deadlines and when I give her an assignment, she puts her own spin on it and it turns out better than what I envisioned it to be. But the MAIN reason I love her is the fact that she offers herself to me. She’s hungry. When I was in Atlanta, she wrote me telling me that she wanted to write and could I please give her a chance.

I did give her a chance to contribute but her writing wasn’t ready yet. Or maybe the publication wasn’t a good match for what she could do. I didn’t publish her. When she learned that I had moved on to the website, she emailed me saying, “If there is any opportunity for me to write, please let me know.”

With other writers I have to go after them and present them with the opportunity because they’re not paying attention but SHE went after the opportunity herself and if there is any chance for advancement, she will be the first person I consider. Imagine where I’ll be in 5 years and guess who will be right there with me as we continue to trust each other and work well together.

If you see someone who is doing what you want to do, REACH OUT TO THEM. Ask them for advice or see if they could use your help. I’m not perfect and I continue to develop my leadership style but I WILL GET THERE.

Tonight I made a point to call the website’s Managing Editor and we chatted about her career, her philosophies on managing writers and what her ultimate vision for her life was. I asked for advice about different aspects of shaping content and we discussed how important it is to feed and empower Black people with the stories of their lives.

By the end of the conversation, our tones were relaxed and even a couple of, “Hell yeah’s” were peppered into the dialogue. We work well together because we both come to the table with no feelings of competition. We both truly want to see others grow and we want to present the best work for ourselves and our company.

I love THE RADIO MAN. I just had to add that. I can’t believe he started all of this and now look what it has become and look what it will do for my future!

I sat down with my Director today. Now I mentioned before that she’s cute but that’s not the best thing about her. The best thing about her is her ability to speak to me and give me room to show what I can do.

My last publisher in Houston felt like she had to hold my hand the entire time and it caused me to doubt my ability to perform. After I left there I realized this truth: If you always treat a baby like a baby, they never grow. Sometimes you have to turn around and let them sit up for themselves, using their own method. And you have to appreciate them for who they are and the what they bring to the table.

I am DEFINITELY going to write a book about the lessons I’ve learned from working for so many different leaders. You can try to imitate the idea but it won’t sell as many copies as mine, I promise you. My insite is amazing and I go into any relationship with a boss, LOOKING for lessons and principles to carry with me to the day when I am the head honcho.

Anyway, I sat with my Director today and we spoke about my position in the company and my progress and she said, “I gave you a job description and what you are actually doing is far beyond what I asked you to do. You came in and crafted the position into something that we have never done before but I must say it is very much valued and appreciated. I see that you are having challenges but they have nothing to do with your work.”

~blushing~ I have social challenges.

She challenged me to sit still and overcome the hurdles that come with working in a corporate office. Those of you who have been following me for years KNOW that I have never been able to handle the social politics of an office because I don’t care about that. I don’t care about being invited to parties.

I don’t care about having a clique to eat lunch with or what the latest gossip is and who is lying on who and who is sleeping with who. I have so much going on in my own world and in my imaginary love life that I don’t have time to sit down and have a whole conversation about someone else when it doesn’t affect me directly.

It offends my soul when I hear negative gossip and people saying, “I don’t like her.” Whenever I hear that kind of gossip I stamp the person and remember to never tell them anything that I don’t want the whole office to know because if they gossipped WITH ME then they will surely gossip ABOUT ME in the same manner.

Let me tell ya, I have never had a problem with making friends. I have always been extremely popular and I believe there are several reasons why.

1. I don’t TRY to be friends with anyone. I allow the connections to be made naturally.
2. I look for the best in everyone I meet and I celebrate that by pointing it out to them.
3. I don’t judge harshly. Your lifestyle is your lifestyle and as long as you’re not disrespecting me, we can be cool.
4. I don’t try to sway others opinions in a negative way. Just because I didn’t connect with someone doesn’t mean they are horrible and I should run and tell everyone to hate them. We just didn’t have a connection. Anyone who interacts negatively with someone based on what someone ELSE told them instead of using their own judgement is a pure FOLLOWER and…you really need to get a new leader because a real leader won’t encourage you to hate others. Leaders lead toward PEACE.
5. I DO ME. I ain’t walking around worried about what people will say about what I wear or who I’m sleeping with.
6. I’m focused on my own goals so I don’t have time to worry about (or gossip about) what others are doing. I don’t care what they are doing. There are some who just watch and criticize others as they are living their lives while there are those who are being watched and criticized for living their lives. I prefer to be the latter.
7. I love people. Everyone is special to me. Each person’s flaws are divine markings in my eyes. I love to discover the different interests or personality quirks in people because I have so many and I would hope that people find them endearing as well.
8. I don’t believe everything I hear. People are liars sometimes and they may shape a story to benefit their objective. I do it too sometimes so I always take stories with a ~sigh~. Entertainment purposes only.

As far as feeling like I have to humble myself to be accepted socially in the workplace. That ain’t gonna work with my personality. My sorority experience was valuable and I encourage every Black woman to have that experience based on the lessons you learn about working with a wide variety of women and not being able to give up on them, but I frown on the whole, “You’re beneath me for 10 weeks and then one day we light a candle and sing a song together and now we’re best friends” deal.

Naw, shawty. I will never be true friends with someone who feels as though they have to make me earn their friendship because that is not God’s way and I only want God given friendships. If I have to go through a “process” to make friends at work, they will never be my friends. I give love freely to anyone who wants it and I expect to attract women who do the same.

I’m writing all this because I am so excited to learn from the professionals that God has placed in my life. My team is strong in personality and talent and regardless of how cold it is in the office, how loud the TV is or how many playlists that need to be coded at the last minute, we never let each other down. We do work well together.

This is the place that God has for me. I will not run from it, I will receive it all and endure the lessons that I am supposed to learn from being in such a different working environment. There are plenty of people to learn from and I’m open to allowing them to speak into my life, if they have something positive to say.

Thank you God for answering my prayer because I was almost outta there and I would have really missed out.