Looking Into The Windows of my Soul…

Sometimes I look deeper.. Deeper within. ‘Cause I hope you know that Vulnerability is an eye to the window of your soul. I remember a time when I knew I had skills; yet I didn’t use them. I took no risks. It wasn’t until I began to “call myself a photographer, that I truly became…

Settling.

Greener Pastures: (My post on Better Self-Worth& Esteem) Psalm 23:1 “The Lord is My Shepherd. I lack nothing.” I’m learning to appreciate everything these days….. And I am blessed to be able to be living in a place where I’ve been for seven years. It’s been a journey of acceptance; yet also esteem. Approximately 13…

Confidence.

Since this month I am  speaking about esteem…  and where it comes from  and how it’s developed, I wanted to share  my story on  how I personally developed  my confidence and esteem . It’s  a story of several  weaved into one,  but  they  all have   deep meaning.   My  story  doesn’t  begin here.. but I wanted…

HAPPY People are Healthy People

Just sharing on how Happy People Are Healthy People! #NthabiHappy  Happy people  do healthy  activities.  Happy  people  care about  who they call “friends”. They make  good choices  about who they spend their time with , and if those people are not  encouraging or   uplifting, they detach.  Happy  people  enjoy  good company of  those who pour  goodness…

I AM ENOUGH BECAUSE I AM AWARE.

I decided to write a new series. I was in a  Celebrate Recovery group and  talking about feeling “helpless”. It was a process for me to discuss in group, because as soon as I  spoke about why I tend to feel worried and  procrastinate on some things, I realized that  This vulnerable space I often…

Worthiness.

Am I worthy? How do I know? What I base my  worth upon? I  began to ask myself these  questions about  my worth when  I   was about thirty five.  I  didn’t stop til I washabout 38. I used to base it upon   what my ex-husband  thought was  good and acceptable.  Even after I…

Ever just wanted to be someone else?

Ever just wanted to be someone else? I have. I remember when I was in   seventh grade.  I had  models and popular  people plastered all over  the walls in my bedroom like:  Phylicia  Rashaad, A.K.A.  “Claire  Huxtable –  because she was  the ‘ideal black  mother’  &  had it together – back in my day,  …