Recently, I’ve experienced a maelstrom of craziness in my life. Lost friends on the personal end, seen the true color of snakes on the professional end … just all around storms. Embracing the winds of change was hard at first, because, let’s face it, when relationships and connections go south, you’re wondering, “What the f*ck just happened? How did I get here?” You’re thinking you did everything right, so it’s confusing to learn something still seemed to fail…
But that’s never the case. Everything happens for a reason, and if you’re ready, you’ll understand and appreciate the changes sooner than later.
Some of my old friends spent immense time stopping themselves from success. As I was part of that group, I’m going to admit there were times I joined in several of the same activities.
Dispensing precious energy focusing on what you perceive as other people’s baggage is a WASTE OF FUCKING TIME.
Reading gossip blogs, reading personal blogs, passing judgments on others disguised as “constructive criticism” and being a passive audience to the bullshit when someone unsolicited advice in a condescending manner.
These are just examples… but very real ones I know you all have dealt with or experienced.
You might think the shit’s okay, but honestly, my experience shows unless you’re a blogger behaving in this manner keeps you distracted from getting shit done.
Laser-targeting your attention to the lives of others serves you in no way, shape or form. If it does, then by all means, please tell me how? Cause I don’t think Beyonce and Jay-Z make the top of the Forbes list every year by skimming Bossip, engaging in shit on shingles talk on Facebook, @-ing craziness on Twitter or bending over in their Century 21 steals in the mirror for Instagram.
Don’t get me wrong; there’s a time and a place for everything – and I am a fan of ratchet, as evidenced by my Twitter account. (Follow it if you dare. I’m a nut.) However, when your time is largely spent behind a computer screen or closed doors taking too much exception to things other people do – especially productive people who are too busy doing their thing, either with their family or in the public eye – you’re robbing yourself of the opportunity to fulfill your dreams and your life’s purpose.
Excuse me, I’m really raw and blunt today – and I’m giving this credit to Juicey Adoir, author of the Bad Bytch Rule Book. The book, self-published by Adoir herself, discusses real talk – really real talk, things I told my old friends – about life and handling your business. Bad Bytch Rule Book is written for women, but it’s written with such an edge that if you’re no longer interested in the bullshit, it doesn’t matter if you have Two In the Shirt (TITs) or not when you read it.
The game is to be sold, not told, but I have to expressly quote two portions that Juicey wrote that made me shiver and scream like I caught the Holy Ghost in my bed. (Kind of like my mother does when you say something that hits home. Like mother, like daughter – what can I say?)
Juicey Adoir – Bad Bytch Rule Book
#1: Let me give you a quick breakdown of Oprah’s yearly earnings. She makes $ 315,000,000 a year, $ 26,000,000 per month, $ 6,000,000 per week, $ 35,000 an hour, $ 600 a minute and $ 10 a second. She is a living legend in our day. Not only is she financially wealthy, she is also spiritually wealthy. Follow her work. Oprah teaches that energy is the very essence of life and the importance of maintaining positive energy levels every day. Anything done with the intent of helping someone brings positive energy. Everything in life that you encounter can be meaningful and purposeful.
Again – pure reason why you need to dispense your energy into something positive and purposeful. Strengthen your brand by electing to be about something more than watching other people get it and shitting on them for accomplishing shit. They aren’t any better than you at birth, they just play their position and go hard until they get what they want.
#2: Grown women don’t gossip nor spread rumors about each other. Leave that for the basic bytchez to do. Because quite frankly if it’s not effecting our money or our family, we just don’t give a fuck.
There’s so much more to this book – a lot more, but in order to respect the game, I can’t tell you anything else from the book specifically. You’ll have to go pick up the Bad Bytch Rule Book and check out Juicey on Twitter.
What I will say is if you’re guilty of disrespecting your dreams with excuses, and you haven’t been given a bitch slap of clarity and a profound awakening by what I’ve just written, it’s either not your time or you simply don’t give a damn about fulfilling the mission God has impassioned you during your lifetime on this Earth. That’s alright, we were all born with free will.
Now that the fog has cleared and the pain has lifted, I have clarity.
My lesson this time around was learning that any shift in your circle, on any level, is an opening path on my journey. When you’re destined for change – and ready to focus on what’s important – YOU – then God moves the Universe to make things happen, and as long as you’re strong and positive in your energy, it will always work to your favor. You can always attempt to control the odds of people and projects so things work in your favor, but it leads to unnecessary stress. Instead, you need to take a cue and focus on “me, myself, and I” – aka, YOU, YOU and YOU. And as long as you remain on a focused path that largely targets accomplishing YOUR goals, you’ll never have to look left or right to see what anyone else is doing.
Just remember, when you disrespect yourself – and lack loyalty to yourself, the world will be your mirror and you’ll experience disrespect and loyalty from others.
Today’s Motivation: T. I. “Go Get It”
I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I can go, get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling