It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep.
I didn’t sleep much of last night either and for some reason, after I ate some cereal earlier tonight my body just crashed. I had that feeling that I needed to sleep but I couldn’t.
So I got back up, wrote another article for my site and then started doing research. Nearly everyone I’ve contacted for interview for the site were in agreement. I don’t want to just feature Black people. This site is not race based. I want ALL women to come and find a home with us.
So far I’ve done 37 posts, which is a lot considering the site isn’t even a week old. I just want the content to be FIRE so when people browse through the archives every word they read is life changing.
So I contacted one of my favorite self help authors and she too agreed to be interviewed. “I’m in Barbados right now but I’ll be able to do the interview next week.” I can not believe that people I ADMIRE for their work are actually going to TALK to me. Wow!
I’m learning so much through my interviews. I feel like I felt when I worked at the magazine in Atlanta. I was adamant about receiving tips to help ME become my BEST me so I always ask the right questions about characteristics to develop and advice.
The first woman that I am going to feature gave lots of good advice but I couldn’t use it all. I just used the best of what she said. If no one else likes it, I will. I hope she will keep in touch with me. She is connected to some very successful people and I would love to be able to call on her if I need an interview.
What’s funny is- today I was on facebook and I saw an author asking us to vote for her for author of the year. I clicked on her page and I was stunned. I had no idea she was my friend on facebook. She was an editor I worked with long ago. I remember when she edited my work- SHE FOUND NO MISTAKES. But the publisher I worked for was upset about that because she was trying to convince me that I wasn’t a good writer. She actually had me questioning my own abilities.
And then when I looked at me and this author’s mutual friends, i couldn’t believe it, we had like 5 other authors in common. I don’t know how all these Black women authors got on my facebook. I’m wondering if it was because of this blog. Man, I am horrible when it comes to networking. I don’t reach out to people. I don’t want to bother anyone. I sit in my shell all by myself and create. But it made me think, maybe I was connected to those authors because one day my spirit knew I would become one.
Tonight I was up studying for my site. Today I added affiliate links and ads. Those ads could generate some income for me, but we’ll see. I also studied about meta tags and search engine optimization. So I went in to my pages an voila! I added the tags. I wonder if it will make a difference.
As I sent out interview requests tonight, I said a short prayer as I pressed send. If I can get some of the women I REALLY want on my site then I’ll be so happy. Oh! I’m calling it a “site” now because its officially a DOT COM. I bought the official URL and installed it to point to blogger myself. Now, i just have to figure out how to make the design more snazzy like this chick’s blog. Who knew- She has been a longtime reader of my blog and she lives in Africa. Her site is fierce! I hope she will give me some tips on how to make mine look better.
I’m doing this with all my heart and soul. I feel different on the inside. I feel cleaner, clearer, more wise. I do have some fears but each day they are diminishing.
I got a tarot reading last month. I did one just because I had an extra $5 and I wanted to see what he had to say. My boys were with me and they looked scared but I assured them it was nothing to be afraid of. I don’t remember most of what he said but he said that I was going to have a complete career change that would be in its fullness by the summer. He told me to get ready now. I didn’t know what he meant by that. He also said that I was going to be a teacher of success. My older son said, “Well, he got that right.”
Then he flipped another card and I saw him cringe. It was The Tower. He didn’t say much after that. He just shook my hand and said, “Good luck to you.”
I didn’t know why he did that until tonight when I thought about the reading and the ONLY card I remembered. When I researched the card it said:
No card scares a Tarot reader like the Tower – or the person they’re reading for if that person knows anything about Tarot cards. It is however one of the clearest cards when it comes to meaning. False structures, false institutions, false beliefs are going to come tumbling down, suddenly, violently and all at once. What’s important to remember as a tarot reader is that the one you’re reading for likely does not know that something is false. Not yet. To the contrary, they probably believe that their lover is being faithful, that their religious beliefs are true and right, that there are no problems in their family structure, that everything is fine at work…oh, and that they’re fine. Just fine, really. Alas, they’re about to get a very rude awakening. Shaken up, torn down, blown asunder. And all a reader can really do to soften the blow is assure the Querent that it is for the best. Nothing built on a lie, on falsehoods, can remain standing for long. Better to tear it all down and rebuild on the truth. It is not going to be pleasant or painless or easy, but it will be for the best.
Hey. What can I do? If something in my life is built upon a lie then let it be known to me. I have searched my heart and I usually have very genuine interactions with people so I have no idea what this could mean.
Why am I all of sudden so interested in psychic shit anyway?
Maybe its the fact that I have to go with my gut on so many things and follow my intuition and nothing makes sense to me but I do it anyway. I feel like its time for a rebirth.
I just have to be strong. Every change, every transition, HAS to happen if you ever want MORE for your life.