dr. maya’s death is challenging me this morning. honestly, i can’t even say that i’m sad for her, because i know she’s at rest, in her heavenly home praising and rejoicing. healthy and whole in her glorified body….thinking about it, i’m more sad for myself. disappointed that i’m dragging my feet in this life. at times, aimlessly going through the days with no sense of direction. low motivation, unsure of myself with low confidence in my abilities.
however, while i’m feeling this sadness, i also feel the fire under my ass. to get up. to have a vision. to have a dream. to be motivated….and most of all, since i know, to be (and do) better.
rest in peace, dr. angelou.
"if you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be."