Feeling Renewed in Business, Career, and Love

July became my month of yes and I took a huge leap into something that I was not sure I was ready for.  The internet is full of copycat ideas and recycled presentations so I’m sticking with what I know…I’mma just DO ME!

When I log into my social media and I see ads for “FREE” this and “FREE” that I’m slightly intrigued.  I click, I enroll, I listen, then I receive countless emails.  There are a few people that I pay close attention to because they consistently push the message of authenticity.  So I’ll continue to be authentic and transparent in my approach because that’s all that I know how to do.

I had to gather my thoughts for this post because I have taken a lot in over these few weeks for summer break and I just wanted to be clear in what I was saying before I posted my thoughts about anything.

Business|I was obsessing about book ideas and then I was struck with one that I cannot abandon.  I find it ironic that as fictitious characters speak to authors, my real life thought processes urge me to write in that discipline…EXPERIENCES from my classroom mixed with life lessons.  Sure other educational experts focus on the needs of our students but I like the approach I’m taking with my writing.  I’m focusing on ways to help teachers because honestly so many times in my career I felt alone and misunderstood.

img_5542So I’m turning that around to pour into my writing and helping other teachers as well on their academic journeys.  Once I got my services in order I began to see how I help more teachers than others would have probably thought possible when I first began teaching.  I had to BOSS UP just a little bit and be unafraid.  For every one thing about me that was misunderstood, I’ve taken back control of my business and writing and I’m pushing the envelope.

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I’ve stepped into my purpose and I knew that things would take time.  I have even tapped into my entrepreneurial spirit and realized that in order to live the life that I want to live, I must pave my path and create in my own lane.  Books and business are only the beginning and I’m staying the course because I have two precious boys (no matter how badly they drive me crazy) that are paying attention to my every move.

Career|This summer went by in a flash.  It seems like we were just getting out in May, and we return tomorrow.  I had the wonderful experience of attending the Model Schools Conference in June.  I felt inspired to keep writing in my discipline of teacher mentorship and set a personal goal that I will be speaking at the conference in June 2020!  I have to speak things into existence because I feel strongly about these next few years of teaching.  Putting things into perspective, my oldest is going to be a Freshman in high school, and my baby boy is going to 7th grade.  Entering my 11th year in the classroom, my career clock is ticking and I’m feeling like I just might be done anywhere between the next three to six years.

See I’m 3 1/2 years from 40 and with my new business venture (started my own health and wellness business) I’d like to create wealth in that, continue to write, speak~guest speak~facilitate~or host workshops in the future.  I’m not a radical voice, but I’m dedicated to newer teachers because experience has taught me.  Entering the field of education is political, but new teachers and I mean those that have been in the classroom less than three years need SUPPORT.  I know I did which is why I wrote my first book.img_5177

I have been asked about leadership and if I have thought about transitioning into that level and to be honest…NO!  After being passed over to become an academic coach because the other candidate “looked better on paper” I realized that maybe it was not for me.  I was not deterred, but like I told another administrator, “You never know what someone is capable of doing until they are given the opportunity to show their leadership skills.”  My candor is a gift and a curse and I am not compromising that for anyone.  I’ll practice my delivery, but the reality is that people hear what they want to hear.  When you think outside of the box like I do most of the time, you will face rejection and scrutiny from some, but encouragement and support from others.

In teaching I have had to adjust and not let my feelings be stronger than my mind.  I’m not saying that I’m unemotional, I’ve just learned how to manage my feelings better while teaching.  In a roundabout way, I’m desensitized and situations that would get me upset before, really don’t now going into this 11th year.  The only thing I don’t take kindly to is anyone discrediting my teaching and attacking my career.  That’s a big NO-NO in my book.  But I’ve realized people don’t like my style because of how I disturb their approach.  What happens in my classroom is just that!  I’m in control of my content!

LOVE|I have not ventured into this topic in a while and it was with GREAT intention not too.  And it’s not because I’ve been unhappy in love, I was just on hiatus from dating and putting all of my eggs in one basket.  See I dated an older guy for a while.  He was GOOD to me but he had some extra baggage that held him back from dating/getting to know someone/trusting ONE woman exclusively.  He started off saying I’m only interested in getting to know you, then ALL of that changed.  We began to see each other less frequently and it was hard at first because we SPENT a lot of time together initially.  He’s still a decent guy but we are just FRIENDS and we both are okay with that…NO PRESSURE!

When I walked away from that, not exactly a clean walk away, but when I took a step back to focus on BETTERING ME and my VIBRATIONAL PATTERN, I saw the beauty is organic chemistry.  There are familiar strangers all around, and you’d be surprised at who would treat you right if ever given the opportunity.  People make a big deal about commitment and dating to the point of it being exhausting.  I for a fact don’t look at each person I date as marriage material.  I mean after a couple of dates you know if you want to be around someone and enjoy their company without the complications… I NEVER have been nor will I EVER be the, “So what are we doing girl?” LOL…

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Then I met HIM and all of that has changed.  Solidifying the FRIENDSHIP!  I’m renewed in LOVE because I’ve always believed in the possibility of genuine and organic connections.  Hmmm…when BAE said, “I pray for you, and I pray for US.”  That changed the trajectory of EVERYTHING.

I’m fully aware that my business, career, and love won’t look like anyone else’s; I’m okay with that.  I’m staying true to what I know and believe.  So what is for me, is for me!

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Are You Nina Mosley?

Are You Nina Mosley?

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A casual outing can turn into a life changing experience regardless of the circumstances.

Reading the Good Book we learn that there is time for everything.

Ecclesiastes 3New International Version (NIV)

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:    a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

People often tell you to be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.  But that is kind of the point.  Life is not as cut and dry as people would like it to be and we indeed need shifts to happen in our lives to give us redirection and focus.

Even when we feel like our lives are out of our control, keeping with the idea to pray until something happens we see the weight of our lives drop from our shoulders.  A lot of times we go through so much that we forget how to take care of ourselves.  So I have to ask are you Nina Mosley?

In the fictional character Nina Mosley from the urban classic, Love Jones, she is a woman that has sustained a break-up from her fiancé and getting back into the groove of things.  She meets a handsome stranger, Darius Lovehall, and just when she is thinking they will just be friends, things take a turn over the course of their interactions.

Ladies whether we admit it or not, we want breakfast in bed, we want to be wined and dined, and ultimately we want to be loved and adored.  But are we ready for these kind gestures when the situation is placed in your lap?

With so many relationship experts, life coaches, and counselors in this world, I find it humanly impossible to rely on “man” to tell me as woman what I may or may not be ready for.  For instance, Nina meets Darius and they have fun, simple and plain until they realize that the comfort level of their relationship is unmatched in the arms of someone else.

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Is it okay to be Nina Mosley and have fun with someone on your own accord and not care about the opinion of others?  Is it okay to spend uncounted hours with someone after a serious break-up?  People have no idea the pain you deal with behind closed doors but be so ready to judge you openly based on their perception of you and your situation.

Holding your pain inside will keep you sheltered but when you let things go you realize that everything you have gone through is beautiful.  You have to commit to making your life better in order to feel better.  Could you imagine if social media was as popular in relationships then as we watch the love unfold between Nina and Darius, as it is now with all of these relationships and “situationships”?  Nina and Darius would not have stood a chance.

Ideally, some of the conversations that spark during the movie, the tension, the intimacy, and the feelings that emerge is what make everything a love jones.  Everyone wants to be loved.  Everyone wants compassion.  Everyone wants a companion.  However, there is no time limit for these things to happen.  Going back to my original scripture, as you continue to read, the Good Book says that God will make things beautiful in his timing.

In your flesh you can’t help who you like. You can’t help who you adore.  You can’t stop falling in love with someone who gives you a feeling that you have never felt before.  It is all his timing.  Even when you don’t ask for something, He has the powerful gift of giving you just what you need.

Are you Nina Mosley?  Do you recognize the time?  Where are you in your relationship status?  Do you care what others think?  If you are free and open, and have no regard for the opinion of others and are simply living your life and enjoying the life you have been presented through the difficult times; then yes you are.

~LaTilya Rashon

 

Short Stories-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 1

Charli and Tristan: Innocent Love

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Charli had felt the pressure to lose her virginity and soon found out that it was not worth all of the hype.  The experience was not pleasant and when she got her next boyfriend he automatically assumed that they would have sex too.  She did but it was more so because she didn’t want him to break up with her rather than wanting to really have sex.  After all peer pressure was hell for a girl her age because having the maturity to say no just did not exist.  It was not until she met Tristan that she realized that not all boys were the same.

Charli had seen Tristan around school, and was actually friends with his brother Trae. She could not keep her eyes off of him, Tristan was everything.  Her heart skipped a beat when she would see him and wondered if he ever looked at her in the same way.  Having a crush on someone and them not knowing was a relief because it saved her the embarrassment of rejection.  But after a couple of years of watching him from a distance, Charli began to notice how his eyes always found a way to meet with hers.

She sat at the top of the bleachers one Sunday at the park and she spotted Tristan walking across the field.  He had matured a lot but still had his smooth baby face, and chocolate skin that made her heart flutter.  They had never spoken more than a few words to each other in passing, but this particular day something felt different.  Tristan dapped a few dudes up as he walked towards the basketball courts, stood in the crowd with some others because he was dressed to play this particular Sunday.  He headed towards the bleachers and Charli wondered if he would come her way and he did.

She felt a pinch on her side and there he was, Tristan, smiling up at her showing his beautiful white teeth.  “Hey Charli,” he said leaning as he propped his elbows up beside her hip slightly touching it.  “What’s up Trist,” she said looking down at him trying to play it cool.  They had been playing phone tag, and she was sure that he had gotten the message from his older sister that she had called him.  Charli wasn’t exactly shy, but sometimes leaving a message for him was scary especially when their grandmother answered the phone.  She always seemed so aggravated.

Whenever Charli and Tristan talked it was always long enough for him to tell her that he would be out and about for a while but he would hit her up later.  He was a corner boy and she knew what that meant and pretty soon his phone calls were long enough just to say, “I’ll be by to see you later.”  That didn’t stop Charli from calling, sometimes she’d call just so he would know she reached out.

They would see each other many times in different places.  The park on Sundays, the corner store where everybody hung out to shoot pool and listen to Tupac blasting from the jukebox, the teen club Paradise, and teen night up at Voodoo’s on Tuesday nights during the summer.  There was always a subtle hello, a slight grab of the arm, a glance across the room, or a whisper in the ear to step outside so they could talk.  No one was blind to it.  Charli and Tristan had the true what’s understood don’t need to be explained relationship.  Not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but it was more than friendship.

Charli’s mom worked at night, so on the weekend her friends would fall through and parlay at the house for a few hours just laughing and shooting the shit.  Ironically the crew that would fall through was friends of Tristan’s that were also involved with Charli’s friends.  The circle was tight and everybody guarded each other’s relationships.  By the time everyone would clear out slightly after midnight, Charli would retreat to her room full of nothing but love for her friends and guarder of their secrets.  Her eyes would shut for maybe thirty minutes before hearing a tap at the front door.

Checking the clock, it displayed 12:57 a.m.  Without precaution, Charli walked to the door and opened it without asking who it was.  Many times this would happen.  She’d open the door, turn, and then walk back to her room.  Tristan would step in, shut the door, and follow the path leading him to her.  To Charli, Tristan always smelled like a freshly smoked blunt and Cool Water cologne.  He was tired from beating block and wanted to rest.

Stepping into Charli’s room, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him her love disguised as a hug.  He’d wrap his arms around her waist squeezing her in return.  They’d stand there face to face.  “Hey Trist,” she said, “It’s late.”  Simple sentences, no questions.  “Yeah, I know but I wanted to see you,” he said smoothly.  Charli just looked at him and smiled, “Good, but I was laying down,” she’d say turning back towards her bed, climbing to the middle of it.  Tristan would kick off his shoes and join her.

There was no pressure.  There were no lies.  He was the only dude she was interested in and waited for him to come see her most of the time.  She knew that he was a corner boy.  He was also older than her but he never tried to take advantage of her.  Tristan turned her face towards his and kissed her.  His lips were soft, his tongue was warm, and his touch made her comfortable.  He whispered, “Thank you for not turning me away.”

Charli kissed him back, lovingly.  She looked in his eyes and heard his sincerity then turned on her side.  Tristan reached under her shirt and pulled her closer to him and held her while he napped lightly.  His internal alarm woke him up.  He’d grabbed his shoes and pulled Charli towards the door, he knew her mom would be home from work soon.  He hugged her again, and then walked out the door.  She closed it behind him.  She loved him at a very young age.

They spent time like this on the regular.  Charli was his safe place.  Tristan was hers.

To be continued…