Unapologetically grown.
While in the midst of a pity party my father posed the following question: “If someone contacted you who was dealing with the same issue you’re dealing with, what would you say to them?” He followed with this advice: “Pretend you’re Dear Abby and answer them.”So, I took my father’s advice and wrote a “Dear Kimberly” healing letter.
When my friend Tye asked what I expected in the New Year, I felt an uneasiness in my stomach that rendered me speechless. I hadn’t given the subject much thought. The previous year was filled with so much of the unexpected that it cautioned me not to presume what the totality of a new year might be. Then it hit me: the only difference between December 31and January 1 is one day.
When the axle decided to disconnect itself from my car, I had a meltdown. Right there, in the middle of the street. I had a meltdown. In the midst of my meltdown, I called one of my praying sister friends. I told her, I could not take one more unexpected mishap to spiral me into a financial or spiritual crisis. She told me that the only way to combat spiritual warfare is to say a prayer of gratitude.
One thing I continue to learn is that the level of passion a woman exhibits for her work shows the difference between a woman walking on purpose and one merely existing.
Thursday nights, you can catch me, on the couch tuning into Grey’s Anatomy. When Meredith Grey, a young intern on the show asked Doctor McDreamy to choose her, I screamed at the television, “Don’t wait for him. Choose you!” For me, this scene was far more than scripted television melodrama courtesy of Shonda Rhimes . Grey’s plea resonated with me. It reflected a longing sometimes heard within my own heart: wanting someone to choose me. Over time, I have learned the power of turning this from a question to an affirmation: I choose me.