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Gray Matter

I am the type of person who does not find benefit in black-and-white thinking. It’s my belief that very few things are truly black-and-white and that instead, we spend much of our lives navigating in the gray. There are times in our relationships when things aren’t great; when we don’t know what’s going to happen; where neither person is right and the truth is in the middle. There are periods of gray in our careers when we are weighing our desire to do impactful work with the realities of life and the responsibilities that we hold. And I find a lot of gray in my relationship with God. Some aspects of my faith are black-and-white, like my belief in the triune God. But there are other things that I still see gray areas in. For example, there’s a scripture that says that everything is permissible but not everything is beneficial (1 Corinthians 6:12). To me that Scripture highlights the gray that we have to navigate as Christians. Just because you are not a slave to something doesn’t mean that it benefits you. We have free will, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that we should do everything we can do. That’s gray.

The reason why I’ve been thinking about the gray parts of life is because I am recognizing the polarities that exist in my life. One of the greatest things I’ve learned in the past year is the concept of polarities. The formal definition of a polarity is <the state of having two opposite or contradictory tendencies, opinions, or aspects>. Let me give you an example. A common polarity in life is stability versus change. We are constantly tempted to change something about ourselves. Our skin, our hair, our clothes, our car, our jobs, our relationships, the list goes on. Change is not a bad thing, in fact, change can be a great thing. Some people need to make life changes every few years or they get bored. But just like some people thrive in change, some people thrive in stability. They like knowing the surety of something, and they enjoy the safety that predictability brings. Stable folks are not against change, but they need a reason for it and want to plan for it. Stable people sometimes correlate change with chaos, and change seekers sometimes correlate stability with redundancy. So now you see how these are polarities of each other, and now that you know the definition, you can probably think of several more types of polarities that exist in your life.

I am definitely someone who enjoys stability. It could be my propensity to worry and have anxiety or just the way my brain chemistry is made up, but it’s easy for me to have what is called catastrophic thinking. This is where in any situation you consider irrational and worst-case scenarios. And you don’t have to think about something big to have this kind of thought pattern. For example, I do not like making left-hand turns on busy streets, and I’ve been like this for years. When I’m confronted with having to make a left turn, I sometimes get this irrational fear that another car is going to hit mine. Has this ever actually happened to me? Nope. But at that moment my brain believes it could happen, and I’ve found myself sitting for 5 minutes waiting for cars to pass by (with folks honking behind me). I’m stable in the way that I drive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have room to change.

I shared that example because I want to make the point of saying that just because you recognize polarities in your life does not mean that they have to stay that way. Just because I am stable and have often done the same things does not mean that I should not be open to change. It doesn’t mean that I am redundant either, because there is wisdom in many of the decisions I make. What it does mean is that I have to learn to live in the gray more. I cannot look at things through a lens of either/or, but instead through a lens of both/and. I can be a stable Mabel and seek adventures and experiences at the same time. I can be hesitant about the future and be expectant about the future at the same time. The polarities in my life do not define me, but I can let them give color and context to my thoughts and my decisions.

As I was preparing to write this blog I started thinking about the phrase gray matter and I decided to research it. One thing you may not know about me is that I find neuroscience fascinating. I think it’s amazing how the mind works and how there are interconnected neurons and transmitters that ultimately shape how we think, how we respond, and how we process information. So I was delightfully surprised that when I researched gray matter I learned that it is directly involved with the brain and how we think. Gray matter plays a big role in many of our mental functions; it’s where our information processing happens and it gives us our ability to think and reason. It is key to what controls our movement, memory, and our emotions. Because it’s so important to our brain, the decrease and/or damage of gray matter is what leads to Alzheimer’s disease, Parkinson’s disease, Multiple Sclerosis, and Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI).

Hopefully, you’re still with me, because I was so excited to learn about this. I am the type of person who believes that God created science, and I think it’s beautiful that God created a space in our brains that allows us to process and intake information and emote. Simply put, God allows us to have gray matter in our brains so that we can process the gray areas in our lives. He is the chief scientist, and He never misses.

I love that God was thoughtful of me this week. He put the phrase dark matter in my heart and then allowed the meaning of the word to speak to what I have been thinking and feeling this week. Sidenote: God will talk to you and do special things for you based on your personality. God allowed me to learn something really cool about a topic that He knows interests me because he knows me. đź’–

I am still fascinated with gray matter and knowing me I’ll probably find a book to read so I can learn more. But for this blog, I really want you to accept and allow yourself to sit in the gray matter in your life. Those places where you don’t know what is the right way, what the future holds, and whether you should make that change or remain stable. There is beauty in the gray of life, and there can be joy in the polarities that we live with. I have been asking God about the difference between being stable and being stagnant, and as usual, His sandal is upside my head. At first, I wasn’t in a place to hear Him, but once I recognized the gray matter in my heart and mind I began to listen. I hope you listen when He speaks to you too.

See y’all next week~

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As the world turns

I’m sure by now that we have all seen that video of K-Ci and Jojo singing, and that video has been playing in my head for the past several weeks leading up to my birthday, which was yesterday. I am now 36, and before you roll your eyes, I know that’s not old, that I have plenty of life to live, etc. But just because you don’t relate to someone’s concerns or you feel that your concerns are of greater substance doesn’t mean that you should dismiss someone else. I’m allowed to have feelings about getting older. You’re allowed to not care.

I’ve always been chill about birthdays and I’m low-key in how I celebrate. But this year I feel more anxiety than excitement, and it’s because I am not completely at peace about getting older. Don’t get me wrong, I accept my birthday. I’ve never been the type to lie about my age or have a 10th “25th” birthday. I’m closer to 40 than I am to 30, and that’s just reality. I’m two years away from my 20th high school reunion, and I already know in advance that I won’t be going.

I recently read that the average life span is between 73 and 76 years for women, with black women living 3-5 years less than white women. So at 36, my mid-life crisis makes sense. But I wouldn’t call it a crisis necessarily, because that’s a heavy word that is often associated with impulsive decisions. Instead of the word crisis, I am going to use the word audit. I’m having a mid-life audit, where I’m reflecting on my past, my current state, and what I want for my future.

As I am reflecting, I have found one major pattern. I am a create of habit; I tend to do the same things, all of the time. I noted some examples:

-I’ve worn my hair in the same style for the last 4-6 years

-I’ve lived in the same apartment for 10 years

I’ve been working at the same company for the last 13 years (which for a millennial is super uncommon)

-I wore some version of black glasses every year for 20 years (I’ve been a four-eyes since I was 10)

-I have not worn any makeup in 14 years (is Iman Cosmetics still in business?)

I rolled my eyes at myself after reading this list. Not because I’m embarrassed, but because I don’t see anything on this list changing soon except potentially the color of my faux locs and that now I have all kinds of funky glasses in all colors. Hi Zeelol! And while I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a person who likes what they like, I’m examining my “why”.

I know and embrace that I am the type of woman that needs stability in my life, and I am grateful that for the most part, my life has a lot of stability. This is why I pray that God doesn’t give me a husband who is a dreamer, because I will not be the supportive wife he needs. You can dream after work sweetheart💯

But I also have the self-awareness of knowing that I fear losing my stability, and this impacts many of my decisions. I’ve thought about moving to a new state for years, but what if I give up my apartment and leave my family and it doesn’t work out? What if I forfeit all of my accrued PTO and tenure and go to a new company and I regret it? The what-ifs are constant in my mind, and they often silence whatever bravery I am feeling that day.

Yesterday I spent a lot of time thinking about what 36 means to me, and I’m still thinking about it. I am an unmarried woman with no kids, I can literally do whatever I want. And that reality is both exhilarating and terrifying. I do know that I have enough regrets (more than enough) and that I want to experience more joy, more laughter, and more bravery.

I also want to make a disclaimer: I am not conflating bravery with recklessness (I’ve walked down that road before). I’m not making any changes without first making a plan.

Here’s to 36 turns around the sun~

See y’all next week!

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Keep Going

I’m late writing today’s blog, because for the first time in a long time, I was busy with work from the moment I started to the end of my day. But I said I would be consistent, and I will keep that promise to myself.

If I’m honest, I should’ve started planning this week’s blog earlier in the week, but I avoided it because I was trying to get through this week as quickly as possible. My anxiety has been working overtime these days, and usually when I feel anxious, I do only what I have to do and then I spend a lot of time being quiet. I knew that writing this blog would require me to exert more mental and emotional energy than I wanted to give, which is why it’s 6 PM and I’m just now writing this. So since my anxiety is at the top of my mind and heart, that’s what I’m gonna write about today; having the motivation to keep going in the midst of anxiety.

Now, one thing I will not do on this blog is justify, define, and argue about the nuances of mental health. I recognize that they are different types of mental health issues and different ways they show up in each person. If the way I speak about my mental health does not align with how your mental health shows up, that’s perfectly OK. I’m not here to defend anything, I’m only here to own my truth.

When you have anxiety, it can influence your decisions in ways that you may not see at first. For me, one of the areas anxiety has conquered me in the past is through my lack of dreaming. I believe that life should be an adventure, but I worry about the risks associated, and if those risks are worth it. For people with anxiety, risk can be conflated with harm. So you tell yourself that any dream or desire that you have that is not within your total control has the potential to harm you, and as a result, you stop dreaming. Being realistic may not bring you joy, but it does bring you comfort.

I’ve been thinking about faith heavily for the past 6 months, and last year I asked God to show me the dreams that I had thrown away out of fear and my lack of faith. He showed me a few of them, and then He asked me to do something that I didn’t understand at the time. He asked me to write down every time I had been rejected in my life up to this point. And y’all, this was so painful to write, because I had to remember things that I have pushed way down in my heart. Jobs I had applied for, failed friendships and relationships, and even times where I felt rejected by God. When I finished writing, I looked at my total list, and I was troubled at how long it was. I was also troubled at how nothing was on the list more than once, meaning that I had only tried one time, felt rejected, and then quit.

It was at that moment that I realized that I have a quitting problem. When I feel the pain of rejection, my anxiety tells me that I can avoid this pain by never trying again. But with that decision, another type of pain is introduced, regret. There was so much regret on that page, and I honestly felt heartbroken.

So, in September of last year, I decided to get some flip-chart paper and write down my dreams. These included dreams for my family, dreams for my future marriage, dreams about my career, dreams about my finances, etc. I did not hold back, and I wrote down everything that was on my heart. Just writing them down gave me crazy anxiety, but just like this blog, I did it anyway.

And, slowly but surely, I’ve been working towards making my dreams a reality. I’ve also been praying that I surrender my dreams to God, and that I believe that His plans for me are infinitely more powerful than my anxiety ever could be. Some of my dreams may not come true, and some of them may not come true at this time. But I’m going to keep going and keep dreaming and keep giving my best so that I’m prepared for whatever my future holds.

Thank you God, for being my peace♥️

Please watch this video to remind yourself of who God is🙌🏾 See y’all next week!

Jaron M. Legrair Studios (TikTok)
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You Deserve To Be Loved Out Loud

“Stop dating people who only want to see you at night, you are not a roach” -Black Twitter, 2020

I have to be so real as I write this because some things need to be told straight. I know Valentine’s Day is coming up, and for some, it brings a heightened awareness of your own loneliness. I understand how you feel, considering that I haven’t had a Valentine in 10+ years, but I’m good, I’m fine. EVERYTHING IS FINE (sigh). But one thing that I do have on my side that I did not always have is the confidence in knowing that I won’t settle for just anybody, and that I definitely am not going to settle for being anyone’s secret.

Now before we get into this topic, I want to first bring clarity to something. I’m not speaking to the women who are being deceived in their relationships; that’s something different entirely. I’m speaking to the women who know they are a secret and are willfully still engaging in the relationship. You are my target audience.

Now, I want to be clear and explain that it’s possible to be a man’s secret and still have fun with him and enjoy happy times. Just because he’s not publicly with you doesn’t mean he’s not attracted to you and does not enjoy your company. But it does mean is that there’s something about you that he believes he does not have to invest in, and therin lies the problem. You are an investment, and this includes your time, your energy, your care, and most certainly your body. It’s not okay for a man to exert the least amount of effort and in turn you give him the most of your energy.

I can talk so passionately about this because I’ve walked down this road. Hell, I’ve walked, ran, swam, and jet skiied down this road. But I’m so grateful that was many years ago, and that I’ve decided to say no more. To be clear, men are not the villians in this story; our lack of self-love is. That’s why I’ve never been the type to trash men, because we are often equal players in the games that hurt us.

Now, if you are like me, you may be delusional in your accepting the truth about your being a secret. I used to be masterful in justifiying my decisions, so I know how to play that game better than you. But with the help of Jesus, journaling, and therapy, I know realize that the truth was in front of me all along, and so as my Valentine’s Day gift to you, I am going to give you some key questions to ask yourself. If you can answer YES to at least three of these questions, you are settling for a secret relationship and you need to stop.

Question 1: Have you ever gone on a date with this man during the day or at night (any resturant, bowling, movies, etc.) *I’m also adding a mileage caveat to this. If y’all live in Federal Way and y’all go to Lynnwood to eat, it’s suspect. Argue with somebody else*

Question 2: Have you ever met any of his family/friends/loved ones? *If a man cares about you, he will introduce you to the people he cares about*

Question 3: When you see him in public, does he speak to you? *Or does he act like you don’t exist and/or give you that church wave?*

Question 4: Does he make last-minute plans with you? *Asking you to come through at 10:25pm on a Tuesday night*

Question 5: Do you have a picture with him? Could you take a picture with him without him telling you to immediately delete it? *This is a big one; it’s easy to not think about this when you’re with someone often, but it’s very telling how he reacts to taking a picture with you*

If you are just now realizing that you’re a secret, my heart hurts for you, truly. But I’m also grateful, because in this year of 2024, I don’t want any woman to settle. We deserve better. You deserve better. We have to rework our minds about being alone. Sometimes, alone is better. Because at least you can be alone on your own terms. And that kind of ‘at least’ thinking is good.

See y’all next week!