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TRIGGERED

What triggers you into emotional distress?

It’s a question I’ve learned to ask myself often not to dwell in pain, but to understand it. To take control of it. To name it, so it no longer controls me.

Is it the memory of a lost loved one?
A traumatic experience that still echoes when you least expect it?
An injury physical or emotional—that never fully healed?
Or is it something simpler… something someone said, or did intentionally or not?

Sometimes, it’s not even the event itself.
It’s the access we give people.

Let’s be honest people study you.
They watch how you react, what bothers you, what makes you vulnerable.
And whether consciously or unconsciously, some will use that knowledge.
They’ll press on the very places you’re still trying to heal.

That’s what a trigger is.
Not just a reaction but a door.

And I had to ask myself:
Why am I leaving certain doors open?

I’ve realized there were moments I allowed myself to be manipulated moments where I extended trust too quickly, too deeply, without boundaries. I believed in people’s intentions without protecting my own peace.

But here’s the truth:
Life is too beautiful to spend it constantly reacting to people who misuse access to you.

Not everyone deserves proximity.
Not everyone deserves emotional influence.
And definitely not everyone deserves the power to disturb your peace.

Healing isn’t just about identifying your triggers.
It’s about auditing your environment.

Who has access to you?
Who consistently disturbs your peace?
Who leaves you feeling drained, anxious, or off balance?

And the real question
Why are they still there?

Protecting your mental wellness isn’t selfish.
It’s necessary.

Sometimes growth looks like distance.
Sometimes peace looks like silence.
Sometimes healing looks like saying, “You no longer have access to me.”

So I’ll leave you with this:

When was the last time you audited the people who trigger you?

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Building an Empire Takes Time

For those of you who don’t understand… let me say this clearly:

Building an empire is not overnight.

It takes time.

It takes planning.

But most importantly it takes patience.

Right now, I’m in a powerful place in my journey. I’ve laid the foundation of my business, and that alone is something to be proud of. A lot of people talk about starting… few actually do the work to get it off the ground.

Now I’m stepping into the next phase:

Building business credit

Establishing lines of credit

Applying for loans and grants

This is where structure meets strategy.

After funding comes alignment connecting with the right food vendors to ensure I deliver nothing but quality. Because my name will be attached to everything I serve, and excellence is not optional.

Then comes the people.

Hiring.

Training.

Building a team that understands the vision.

My prayer is simple but bold:

To be fully operational within the next 120 days.

The Grind Behind the Vision

While I’m building, I’m not waiting.

I’m moving.

I’m planning to host pop-up food tastings—real experiences, real people, real feedback. I’m ordering my tent, bringing on part-time staff, and getting outside.

I’m collecting dates for every food truck event I can find.

I’m preparing for permits, licensing, and positioning.

And yes… I plan to sell food.

Simple plates.

Real flavor.

Just enough to get on the map.

Because every empire starts with one plate, one customer, one moment.

This Summer Is Different

This summer?

It’s going to be filled with:

Smiles

Laughter

Love

Excitement

And growth.

But let me be honest… last week, I burned myself out. I was pushing hard trying to meet deadlines that weren’t even in my control.

That moment taught me something valuable:

You can’t rush what GOD is building.

And when I slowed down… when I got still… clarity came.

The Question That Changed Me

I asked myself something real:

“If I’m remembered for one thing… what would it be?”

And the answer wasn’t money.

It wasn’t fame.

It wasn’t recognition.

GOD answered me:

“Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

Final Thoughts

So if you’re watching me… wondering what I’m doing… or why I’m moving the way I move…

Understand this:

I’m not just building a business.

I’m building something that will last.

And I’m doing it with intention, faith, and patience.

Because empires aren’t rushed…

They’re built.

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SO I'M WATCHING THE HOUSTON CLOSE... WHY DO I LOOK LIKE EVERY DANCER??? LOL

And yes… I’ve been laughing too. Watching New Edition’s final show in Houston, seeing all the edits, the AI images people adding me into videos, dancers that look like me… 

I can’t even be mad. It’s funny at this point. Life has a way of showing you things in the most unexpected ways.

RIP Tommy Brown… I’ll miss you, baby.

And congratulations to New Edition for being officially voted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Well deserved. Truly.

Marvin… I kept my promise. Read my text again.

Great job, fellas. You finished strong.

And Toni… get some rest, Ma. I heard about your arm. Love you always.

As for me?

I’m breathing.

I’m healing.

And I still believe in miracles.

JESUS FED WITH 2 FISH AND 5 LOAVES OF BREAD... I GOT THIS

I Believe in Miracles

This week, I believe in miracles.

I placed a simple Walmart order nothing special, just restocking like I always do. I don’t like running out of essentials, and honestly, I wasn’t even in the mood to shop. I went against my routine and placed a quick order just to get it done.

When the delivery arrived, I ended up with three extra bags of chicken. Now listen… normally I would question it, report it, or send it back. But it was warm outside, and something in my spirit said, accept it. So I did.

I cooked it.

And I gave it away.

I shared meals with people in my management office like I usually do, and I bagged up food for the homeless. No hesitation. No overthinking. Just giving.

And that’s when the shift happened.

By the time I made it to the furniture store, everything I had my eyes on everything was marked down 50% to 75%. I stood there for a moment, just taking it all in… and I felt GOD whisper, “Breathe.”

For the first time in a long time, I felt peace.

Now let me be clear I didn’t say my struggles disappeared. I still experience panic episodes. But what’s changed is this: I can now recognize my triggers. I can control access to them. And that right there? That’s power.

Last week, I realized something deep about myself…

I gave the enemy control.

And taking that control back? It’s finally within my reach.

I’m not a celebrity. I never wanted to be one. I’ve worked around celebrities, been in those spaces but my life is shifting. My boundaries are real now. My energy is protected. Whether I’m catering or driving, I move with intention and limits.

So if I seem distant, if my responses are limited please understand…

I’m in a season of reflection.

I’m rebuilding.

Recreating myself on levels that feel safe, strong, and aligned with who I am becoming.

My foundation is getting stronger every day. More stable. More intentional. And soon, I’ll be fully operational in my catering business just as soon as I find the right food truck to invest in.

This summer?

It’s going to be something special.

Highlights. Promotions. Content. Growth.

But first… I need to get my mind right.

Because this wasn’t a setback.

It was a set up to my future

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TAKING A WEEKEND OFF TO GET ME TOGETHER "I Don’t Know If It’s Day or Night… But I Know I’m Healing"

I don’t even know if it’s day or night anymore.

This past week has been one of the most draining, challenging, and mentally testing weeks I’ve had in a long time. The kind of week where your body is present, but your mind is trying to catch up. My biggest struggle?

Honestly… just keeping track of time. Day blurred into night, and night rolled right back into morning.

I’ve been waking up at 3:00 am, training my brain to align with East Coast deadlines posting, planning, executing then turning right around and handling everything else life requires of me. My work schedule and personal life have completely shifted, and I’m doing my best to keep up without losing myself in the process.

And if I’m being honest… I’m doing too much.

I’ve been building a professional website, finding vendors, searching for capital, trying to balance business with a private life, and still showing up every day like nothing is heavy. But it is heavy. 

And that’s okay to admit.

This week, I also completed the classes required to restore my driving privileges. I won’t lie I’m not excited about driving again. But it’s necessary. It’s part of rebuilding. 

I’m taking my time with creating my fleet because I understand what’s at stake. Gas prices are high, the market is unpredictable, and the economy feels unstable. Every decision matters right now. I’m not rushing I’m being intentional.

In the middle of all this… I got beautiful news.

I’m going to be a grandmother again!!!

My baby boy is having another baby, and my heart is full just thinking about it. Life has a way of balancing chaos with joy, and I’m choosing to hold onto that joy tightly.

Because after two years of being displaced… I can finally say I’m regaining my stability.

And that means everything.

But let me be real for a moment this week wasn’t just physically exhausting, it was mentally overwhelming. I’ve been dealing with stress, memories, and situations that forced me to revisit parts of my life I didn’t want to relive. During my sessions, I had to go all the way back to 2002 processing events, questioning things that still don’t make sense, and realizing how much confusion has surrounded certain moments in my life.

It’s a lot to carry.

And it made me realize something important: I am not exempt from life. None of us are.

We all go through trials. We all face moments that test our sanity, our strength, and our spirit. And I’m not ashamed to say that my mental health has taken a hit this week. Lack of sleep, emotional overload, constant pressure it adds up.

I have not had a full night’s sleep all week.

So right now, I’m choosing me.

I’m choosing rest. I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing to step back from constant content, constant noise, and constant expectations. I need time to let my brain process everything that’s been happening.

And I’m giving myself permission to do exactly that.

I’m sleeping until my body feels rested.

I’m eating until my body feels nourished.

I’m drinking water until my soul feels replenished.

And most importantly I’m protecting my energy.

This version of me might feel different to some people. Quieter. More reserved. But this is growth. I’m stepping into a “speak only as needed” lifestyle.

My mindset now is simple:

Why am I talking… and is it worth my time?

Because time is valuable. Energy is valuable. And peace? That’s priceless.

I’m not entertaining negativity. I’m not engaging in distractions. I’m not feeding into anything that doesn’t align with where I’m going. I know who I am. I know what I’m building. And I know what I deserve.

So if I seem distant, understand it’s not personal.

It’s intentional.

To anyone reading this who feels overwhelmed, exhausted, or mentally drained I see you. Take your time. Rest. Reset. You don’t have to have everything figured out overnight.

Give yourself grace.

I promise… I’ll be back soon.

But right now, I’m choosing me.

KEY POINTS:

During my sessions, I learned I was arrested for DUI on my way to buy beer, nothing was documented about my car crashing into a truck, my brakes being cut, not even a breathe test to see if I was drinking ( I was not). 

My brakes were cut and I collided into a 18 wheeler truck which actually saved my life.

As I listened to the instructor trying to justify my being present, he presented questions even I could not answer. 

Similar to the incident at Santa Monica pier establishing this pattern. 

How hateful can you be to cause all of this confusion and chaos, and for what??? 

How diminted can you be to act so hateful and ungrateful? I honestly care less about Scottie his feelings or emotions. 

I can easily forget that I know him with a smile, his ignorance does not affect my relationship with others in the NBA, his reckless jealous rants only justify his ignorance proving why I don't waste my time.

You keep chasing me looking for attention for him, you can stop! 

I never have, nor will I ever feed into his childish behavior.

Furthermore, this is the same individual who betrayed Michael Jordan, and you expect him to be loyal? 

Your as delusional as he is, that individual does not have any relevance in my life, I promise. 

Now, I pray that you are as focused on restoring your mental health and well-being as I am.

Giving myself permission to rest.

I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND & AGREE

Coco Jones is opening up about a past relationship and why independence means everything to her now.

The singer shared that she’d rather be homeless than rely on a man, explaining that her perspective comes from a toxic situation where money was used as a form of control.

According to Coco, that experience changed how she views relationships, especially when it comes to financial independence and personal freedom.

She emphasized that being able to stand on your own is more than just money, it’s about not feeling trapped or dependent in ways that limit your choices.

Her comments have sparked a wider conversation online, with some supporting her stance on independence, while others say relationships should still be about partnership, not extremes.