"For me, becoming isn't about arriving somewhere or achieving a certain aim. I see it instead as forward motion, a means of evolving, a way to reach continuously toward a better self. The journey doesn't end." ~ Michelle Obama

As someone who grew up before their time (adultification is real) and spent their young adult life trying to figure out what was missed, I feel like I've dodged quite a few bullets. You will not see me anywhere in the Freaknik Documentaries although I did observe a few mini-Freaknik's while living in Decatur, AL. And I have pictures . . . somewhere. Seriously I do. 

My family said I took clubbing to a new level because my club always has been and always will be the library. Haters. My clubbing paid off because I was taught by God's best to be my best. I looked up their sheroes and even found a few of my own. And I know they're proud.

I recognize the responsibility of my calling which I do not take lightly. As my cousin reminded me, we cannot explain God's favor. When we question it, we doubt His promises for our lives.

My 10 years of practice as a social worker have been filled with challenges, frustration, loss, celebrations, and growth. It has been the love of family and friends that kept me going. I have a year-in-review list that started when I entered graduate school. Only a few things listed there are what I imagined for myself now at 53 years old. Getting a doctorate was one of them. But my plan was focused more on achievement than making a difference. Over time the outcome shifted to making a difference. I am so glad the Creator knows what's best and I thank Him for this gift to mark my ten years of social work life.

Signed,
The Angry Blk Wmn