Stop giving your power away expecting other people to make you happy… 

…Thing is I’m not saying you shouldn’t feel valued at work.

But feel like if that’s the basis of you define how good your company is, it should be a testament of your character.

You are one of those who have an entitlement mentality.

Expecting other people to make you happy. 

And if they don’t, you throw your toys out the cot.

Ranting about how unfair life is, and not taking 100% responsibility of your life.

Everybody else must change before you can change kinda deal. 

And that keeps on the back foot. 

Because you are waiting for something you don’t totally have control over to change before you are happy. 
But if you get your shit in order, making sure that you come first and not depending on others to validate you, I think that gives you power.

More control.

You gotta take care of you first, because should you lose your job, the job you identify and associate your worthy by, what then?

Depression?

Suicide?

Guard against that shit is all I’m saying.

Know your worth.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

~ Musa

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Stay True

It’s important to hold fast to your truth.

Sometimes life can be like this morning’s cold breeze trying to push your focus away from your truth.

Strengthen your grip.

You know what you know to be true even though your current reality shows you otherwise.

Strengthen that grip.

When your fingers tire and you begin to lose your grip.

Then Philippians 4:13.

Because what you focus on expands.

Let your truth expand.

I love you.

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

Pleas forgive me.

~ Musa

Story Time

It’s been a while.

Events of the past few months would have made for some pretty interesting posts.

Birthday things.

Sethu’s hilarious toddler mannerisms.

Small goals being reached and goals missed.

Social media breaks.

Friends being fired.

A growing business.

Relationship…disagreements and resolutions.

Work things and politics.

The list goes on.

The point.

Everyone has a story to tell.

It’s not a competition.

Sometimes writing things down makes you feel better.

There might be something in what you write that I might find helpful.

Who knows, maybe my prayers are going to be answered through your next blog update.

She does work in mysterious ways.

~ Musa

“All That Glitters…”

“​Twenty years ago we began studying how people become wealthy.

Initially, we did it just as you might imagine, by surveying people in so-called upscale neighborhoods across the country.

In time, we discovered something odd. 

Many people who live in expensive homes and drive luxury cars do not actually have much wealth. 

Then, we discovered something even odder: Many people who have a great deal of wealth do not even live in upscale neighborhoods.”

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It’s reading stuff like that that makes me update my life’s goal because they remind me to have the right thinking and the right associations.

I get my thinking right then I will take the right actions that attract the things I want for my life.

Thank you.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

~ Musa

Blaming It On The Full Moon

It was on a night like this. Full moon and all. Think I was waist high. Full-Moon-e1406929374981

Another fight between my parents. Sister too young to notice.

It bled out to the street. I guess the house was too small.

She’s was so Orlando, managing to throw in some licks of her own.

In the background I was hearing a voice, it sounded foreign, of someone reprimanding my dad and my mom.

That’s when I realized it was my voice. So loud, it felt wrong. To be raising my voice like that to my parents?

Mom had sister wrapped around her back with a small blanket.

But what got me was how clear the night was, outside

So clear from the light from the moon. So clear it was as if God had Her stage light on. Just for us.

I too was smacked around as well for obeying my mother when she asked me to follow her with her wanting to leave.

Heck, she was leaving. Taking evening taxi’s my aunt’s place maybe…

Never got to ask.

Mixed emotions.

Happy mom is away. But sad that she’s gone.

I wouldn’t come back if I was her.

But I want her back.

Dad managed to rip my sister from mom’s back.

Was sis’ crying?

Maybe, but this memory is not about her, it’s about me.

Why the fuck am I witnessing this.

It can’t be real.

Was smacked back reality because I endangered myself by being on road and not safe on the pavement.

But it’s not my fault I’m outside so late this evening, dude

But I’ll take it.

I’ve been taking it. For a while now so… whatever.

But why are you doing this in front of my sister?

We’re back home now.

Mom’s not here though so we’re back in the house now.

Awkward silence now.

Sister on his knee trying to quiet her.

Don’t quite down baby.

This is an outrage.

Why you calming down now?

You going to betray me as well?

Wants from with the women in my life?

Women are trash.

What now.

It’s still light out.

Sister be sleeping now.

So it’s time for bed as well.

My heart fuming. Keeping me warm from the cool breeze that was outside.

Feeling hollow.

Playing the blame game. Blame my mother. Blame my father. Blame my sister. And blaming it on the full moon.

~ Musa

When Death, Time & Love Write Back 

I don’t like movies that make me cry.

Watching Collateral Beauty starring Will Smith had me squinting my eyes.

collateral_beautyHolding my tears back with my eyelids.

It’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie like that.

Evoking so much emotions then throwing me out of wack after it was done with me.

It was Mr. Smith’s best performance to date.

Enjoyed listening to the story behind the scenes on how he also experienced loss during the making of the movie.

How he just went all out in giving it all through the film.

Can’t wait until it’s out on Blu-ray.

It’s worth the watch.

Please forgive me.

I’m sorry.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musa