Motivation for Perspective: Go Getter Monday

Until you show up for you, no one else will.

The more promises without action you give yourself, the more of the same you can expect from others.

This time around is about solidifying now for the future.

No more we’ll see, it has to be you making it what you deserve.

You want better?

Well my dear, do better!

Motivation for Perspective: Go Getter Monday

The more intentional we become with our goals, the more we begin to appreciate what we have endured to gain that clarity.

You don’t know what you need, until you’ve had what you didn’t want.

You don’t know where you need to be, until you’ve been somewhere you don’t want to be.

Think about your trials and smile at how after all of those thoughts of quitting on yourself, you survived and came out stronger, wiser and faith-equipped.

Growth is painful, but rewarding.

Speak into existence and know that what comes next, will produce great fruits.

Your intention stems from your gratefulness…activate your positivity.

Motivation for Perspective: Go Getter Monday

Speak what you want and call it blessed.

Whatever you speak into your life, so shall it be.

Be intentional with your energy and channel your positivity into every thing you do.

A purposeful and happy life is available to each of us; we must make the choice to do so.

Make A Plan

Take Action

Set Up Shop

Go Get It

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt 3

**corrections, the character Mekhi

Kerra was looking forward to shopping with Paula. They spoke often enough while she was away, but it seemed like she could barely get her friend on the phone since her return. She was surprised at herself at how happy Paula sounded over the phone when Kerra called her on short notice. In fact, Paula seemed a little relieved for the invite. No matter, Kerra was happy to chill with her friend. As she stepped into their favorite shoe store, Nine West, her phone vibrated; a text from Paula, omw be there in 15mins.

She cleared out from the message and placed her phone into her purse and begin to make a nice comfy section for their shoe haven. It was going to be an expensive type of day.

Dammitt! Paula shrieked silently as she entered the elevator, thankful she was the only one. How could she behave like some sex starved schoolgirl?! Her behavior was shocking her into a fright, she could not believe how thirsty she appeared for a man who had just been hired, to handle the sensitive needs of the staff, and she was attempting to find out what other needs she and he may be able to assess privately. Something about his intoxicating scent, just would not allow her mind to form work appropriate thoughts of him….Mekhi.

She played out their earlier exchange as she found her car in the parking deck. Upon her normal early arrival onto her floor, she noticed the light in Mekhi’s office was on. Thinking she would pop her head in for a friendly Good Morning, however the pleasantries turned into an hour-long session of local sites, eateries and weekend indulgences. The only reason she finally made her way to her own  office, is because Manda, her assistant came to deliver a message from one of her recent partners, with the graduation program.

Sitting there running off at the mouth with Mekhi, she missed their scheduled phone conference. She could feel the heat of embarrassment rising from the tip of her toes. While struggling to maintain expressionless as she gathered her bag and briefcase, she could not determine if it were from the shame of her secretary finding her sitting casually with Mekhi or the guilt of not wanting to leave his office.

Either way it may it hard to get through the remainder of the day. As soon as Kerra called with an impromptu shoe shopping trip, she jumped at the chance to cut out early from work and from the curious glances Manda were sending her way. Each time she came into the office to hand off a report or pick up an assignment, she would peer at Paula’s face . Paula would not dare raise her eyes to look at her assistant, she knew her eyes would give way to what she was thinking….and what she had in mind, was not something she wanted anyone to know. No one.

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt.2

Hey my loves! Today is part two of my short story from last week. I had a pretty good response to the part 1, so I decided to continue with it…the more you say you like it, the more I will do my best to produce the goods.

As always, tell me what you think!

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Paula was determined not to be the last one in the office tonight. She had promised Roderick her schedule would loosen up after the partnership was secured at work. Things were going great for Paula. Her hard work was paying off and so has her time working in the trenches during her earlier years at Sow A Seed. It was a non-profit organization who sought to help youth graduate and learn a trade for self dependency. So far under her leadership, the organization had graduated their first group of twenty students. All were reading at 6-8 grade reading levels. By the time Paula contacted persons from her personal network to jump on board with donations and connections, all twenty youth were either reading on their correct level or beyond. She was proud.

Her team was spectacular, she truly knew she could not have achieved the success without them. As she gathered the last of her belongings, Paula’s thoughts were interrupted at the sound of her executive director, Jeffery Waters, tapping at her office door. She turned to see not only her E.D., but a tall, muscular gentleman standing slightly behind him. Usually Paula did not stare, but something about this man’s eyes would not allow her to glance absentmindedly…he seemed to speak with her without saying a word.

Hi Paula, I know you are on your way out, but I wanted to introduce you to our newest member of the staff. Mekhi Borders is our new staff mentor. He will be servicing all of the program managers and case managers who deal with sensitive cases and those who just need someone to talk things through….his voice trailed off.

Paula knew he was thinking about Samantha. She had a promising career at Sow A Seed, however she tragically took her life after a family she was working with died in a tragic homicide. Sam had grown very close to the family of a mother and three children, two boys and an eight month baby girl. The mother was a survivor of domestic abuse, however her abuser was able to track down her and the children, no one survived. Samantha was extremely withdrawn and blamed herself for weeks after the murder. No one ever thought she would take her own life.

Paula took the hand that was now extended towards her. Pleased to meet you. I have heard great things about your work ethic and dedication to the cause. Congratulations on your first graduating class, Mekhi spoke, very clear and his voice erupted like a deep thunderstorm. It didn’t jolt you awake as much as it made one paid attention, and Paula was about face.

Oh, umm thank you! She spoke. I am sure you will find that SOS is a friendly and helpful environment. And if you need anything, I am more than happy to help where I can.  The moment the words came out, she could have sworn she saw Mekhi’s left eyebrow go up.

I will keep all those things in mind. Thank you for your time, I know you probably want to get going.

It was then Paula realized she had been on her way out the door and home to Roderick. Funny how she had forgotten so quickly.

Yes, yes we better allow her to go along. Don’t want hold you up Paula, see you in the morning, Mr. Waters spoke.

Right! She laughed absently. Mr. Waters had turned to walk ahead of her and Mekhi. As he held the door of her office open for her to pass, Paula could smell the fresh and crisp scent of his cologne; had to be Burberry Plaid.  She had always wanted to smell it on Roderick, but it did not work with his original scent.

She heard herself say, Burberry Plaid?

And he responded with a shocked smile, Why, yes? I know it isn’t as new as some of the other things, but it seems to agree with me.

Paula smiled as she gently brushed past Mekhi as she exited the door. She could feel him slightly shift his weight towards her, just barely noticeable, yet she clearly felt the solid impression of his chest against her arm and back.

Goodnight Paula.

Goodnight Mr. Borders. She smiled as he went in the direction of his office and she to the elevator.

As she rode down to the parking garage, she couldn’t help engulfing the scent of his cologne, which now clung to her shoulders and back.

She looked forward to tomorrow morning at work.

Flyy Girl Friday Feature: Amber-Janae


Happy Friday everyone and welcome back for this week’s Flyy Girl Friday Feature.

Today we celebrate a writer who bares her self to her readers.

Whether she gives blogging advice or heart to hearts, or some good girl talk,

her blog is like chicken soup for the soul.

Ladies and Gents,


Welcome! Please introduce yourself to the readers.AmberJanae3

Amber-Janae from San Francisco (Bay Area) California.

Tell us about your blog,

I’ve have never learned how to classify I just say it’s one of those blogs that feeds your soul and inspires you to be better.

Why did you begin blogging?

I started blogging to free my mind and spirit of all the situations from my past. I wanted to inspire other women. More importantly, when I had begun to learn that my struggles and stories were inspiring other women I couldn’t give up on them. It fueled my fire to continue blogging.

What motivates you to dedicate time to your blog?

There is so much that motivates me to dedicate time to blogging. The number one reason being my readers and supporters. I truly believe that without their honest love and support, I wouldn’t be as motivated as I am every day. There’s always a special comment and tweet that goes a long way and inspires me to keep pushing. I am always thinking toward the future; another reason that keeps me motivated. I’ve had a vision of what I’d like to see my blog develop into for years and now that I have the platform to make that happen I am motivated not to give up. There are times when I want to give up on blogging, but I always look at how far I have come. I have come too far to give up.


In one year, what do you hope manifests from your blogging?

 In one year I hope to be more socially connected than I presently am as far as the blog goes. I’d like to see the audience grow and continue to inspire more women around the world to be a better version of themselves. A bigger platform for me to live in purpose and chase my destiny is what I am claiming to manifest in this New Year. I would also love to see me step out the norm and incorporate a variety of content into the blog. I’d like to add more of my outgoing, fun personality to the blog and not have it be serious 24/7. I would love the strength and consistency to produce more books and other written projects. Overall I just want to see my work ethic grow. A lot can happen in a year and I just pray that everything I desire and more comes to fruition.

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GG Rene of All the Many Layers has to be one of my all-time favorite bloggers. Her whole style and approach makes everything about her relatable. GG’s writing style is honest and captivating. Always full of love and light and sending constant reminders to be a better version of myself. I love her! Demetria Lucas of A Belle from Brooklyn is another one of my favorites. She just embodies the skill set of how to take your brand to new levels. She’s built a brand, set the bar, and created a platform that has essentially paved the way for all of us upcoming bloggers and authors.

What legacy do you want to leave behind for others to know about you?

 A legacy is something profound, something that really has no limits or boundaries. I pray to leave behind words of encouragement and love. I think there are so many misconceptions about who you truly are when choosing to put yourself out there into the public as a blogger, author etc. It’s hard for others to see who you truly are outside of what you choose to share. I’d like for my legacy to be something serious. For people to be able to speak of me and remember that I was a fighter, not just for myself, but for others. That my huge, loving heart and genuine spirits has taken many beatings, but I’ve always found a way to give back to others. I’d like for the world to remember me as a true lover of my life and all the woman I am. It’s hard to say more of what my legacy to be because there is so much that has yet to unfold. I know in my spirit my legacy will be a great one.