Today, someone dropped hot grits knowledge on me. Said most people fail in business cause they don’t know it’s about Survival of the inquisitive
You grow when you ask questions about how you can do and be more. The blueprint to success is not handed out freely. You have to draw it scale if fund it and build it.
No one said life or grown folks business was easy but it is worth it
Emeli Sandé “our version of events” $
Esperanza Spalding “radio music society”
Both of these ladies are talented. If You know jazz, you know Esperanza. Emeli is R&B, a smooth voice hailing from Scotland. Unique story this one has
I have guilt and my guilt is a cognitive and emotional experience occurring when I realize I violated a moral standard.
Part of my guilt surfaces when i recognize institutional racism, or find a level of prejudice in an acquaintance to significant to ignore or accept.
I see it not as a manifestation of my experience, but as a reality to see truth and the flaws of people. I feel naive, guilt, and dissapointment as I really hope and want to give people the benifit of the doubt. When I see people are treated differently because they are I am annoyed, but when such behavior is accepted I then become infuriated.
My guilt is my anger, as i want one thing that is not possible; equality. As long as there are diffrences and people can exploit these differences for gain, there will never be true equality. I feel guilt be cause i know this yet when it happens the cycle of anger and guilt ensue as a result of allowing myself to get mad in the first place for something I am so painfully aware.
I just started watching the TV show Lost. I know I am a few years late but by the power of Netflix I started at the pilot episode.
Some of the folks on this island are lost and are trying to get off the island to return to the life they once knew. Some were lost before the crash even happened, others became lost after a crashes Some had to crash on a remote island to find themselves. I wonder what I would find in such a situation?
My nightmare was simple in its horror and macabre. It was of a virus not like any I have seen. This virus was a word. Pestilence, paralysis, and pain, were delivered not by coughing, sneezing, or touching but by sound.
Sunday night I don’t sleep cause I know Monday it’s back to the grind. I have to change my way of thinking. 20 % of my work is managing 100% of my vibe and stress.
Need to get my mind right