Who says I'm too old to write? Probably the same folks who say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Or the ones who say you can't find love after 40. To this, I say, I am reinventing myself at 50. I have found love at 50. And, I am 50 times a writer! My mission is to write, out of my Being, words that illuminate and evoke honesty, liberty and connection.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Today I posted invitations to my book launch. I am so excited about April 6th. Already people are securing their spots with free tickets through Eventbrite's website, http://www.thesoundofmylife.eventbrite.com.
Today, I reread my book as if I was a reader. I found some small things that needed to be tweaked here and there, but all and all, it is ready. Once I've gotten back the copyright information, the book will be ready to ship. Until then, we'll take pre-orders so that folks will be able to receive their book early enough to have it at the launch..READ MORE.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Book Launch Exactly A Month Away
Book cover....CHECK!
Landing page being developed...CHECK!
It's exactly 30 days until my book launch. The excitement is growing and I feel it inside. I ate breakfast and lunch today....CHECK! Oh so important. I got to practice what I preach. I tell the folks I coach to take extraordinary self care, so I've made a pact with myself to do the same.
My sweet boyfriend came over yesterday and let me put my feet in his lap while he looked at television and I typed on the laptop. He wouldn't let me kiss him with my Tilapia and onion breath though. Got to show him where in the manual it says the boyfriend is suppose to let the girlfriend kiss him no matter what...lol.
It's those times that keep us grounded and sane. Love, light and positive energy. No drama. No negativity allowed. Nothing but staying open so that I can flow with where God is growing me to. When I'm not concentrating on all that I have to do, I actually feel like I'm walking on water.
You know that Bible story in the New Testament where the disciples are in the boat and fear Jesus walking towards them on the water. They think he's a ghost at first. But that daredevil Peter says to him,"If you are Jesus, bid me to come and walk on the water." Jesus simply answers, "Come." Who in their right mind, not knowing if it's Jesus or not, would get out of the boat? Most folks wouldn't.
I thought about that as I meditated today and talked with God about all that's happening around me. At first, I was lying in bed talking with him nonchalantly but something else took over and before I knew it, I sat straight up in the bed and with tears streaming down my face declared, "You told me when I was a child, 'Don't put me in a box. I'm too big for that.' " If You're outside the box, then I want to be too. Bid me to join you!! I don't want anything the box has. I don't want to be confined. I want to walk on the water with you. And I don't want to get back in the boat (limitation) unless you are getting into the boat too." I meant that thang, y'all. I meant it down to my very bones.
God is a GREAT BIG God. And I want his predetermined GREAT BIGNESS for my life. It's enough. I don't have to be like anybody else or covet what anyone else has. I don't have to measure my success by any other standard. If it rings true for me, then that's enough. Not everybody is going to be monetarily rich whether they employ me as their life coach or enroll in my coaching program. But if it's what is needed for them to fulfill their purpose in life, then nothing will be able to stop money from running after them, jumping them and filling their accounts. The wealth is to tap into your authentic core. You own unique sound. And I know I'm gifted to lead those who want to go. How that will manifest in your life, only God knows. This I do know though. You'll feel alive as you follow. The more attuned you become to that Knowing inside of you, that North Star, the more joy, contentment and satisfaction you'll have with your life. This is what I'm living and this is why I'm so excited. I'm listening, I'm staying true and when I feel myself deviating or being moved by my ego, I take a deep breath, check back in again and ask God for help so that I stay true to myself. I know the sound of my truest self. That's where the power lies!!!
Landing page being developed...CHECK!
It's exactly 30 days until my book launch. The excitement is growing and I feel it inside. I ate breakfast and lunch today....CHECK! Oh so important. I got to practice what I preach. I tell the folks I coach to take extraordinary self care, so I've made a pact with myself to do the same.
My sweet boyfriend came over yesterday and let me put my feet in his lap while he looked at television and I typed on the laptop. He wouldn't let me kiss him with my Tilapia and onion breath though. Got to show him where in the manual it says the boyfriend is suppose to let the girlfriend kiss him no matter what...lol.
It's those times that keep us grounded and sane. Love, light and positive energy. No drama. No negativity allowed. Nothing but staying open so that I can flow with where God is growing me to. When I'm not concentrating on all that I have to do, I actually feel like I'm walking on water.
You know that Bible story in the New Testament where the disciples are in the boat and fear Jesus walking towards them on the water. They think he's a ghost at first. But that daredevil Peter says to him,"If you are Jesus, bid me to come and walk on the water." Jesus simply answers, "Come." Who in their right mind, not knowing if it's Jesus or not, would get out of the boat? Most folks wouldn't.
I thought about that as I meditated today and talked with God about all that's happening around me. At first, I was lying in bed talking with him nonchalantly but something else took over and before I knew it, I sat straight up in the bed and with tears streaming down my face declared, "You told me when I was a child, 'Don't put me in a box. I'm too big for that.' " If You're outside the box, then I want to be too. Bid me to join you!! I don't want anything the box has. I don't want to be confined. I want to walk on the water with you. And I don't want to get back in the boat (limitation) unless you are getting into the boat too." I meant that thang, y'all. I meant it down to my very bones.
God is a GREAT BIG God. And I want his predetermined GREAT BIGNESS for my life. It's enough. I don't have to be like anybody else or covet what anyone else has. I don't have to measure my success by any other standard. If it rings true for me, then that's enough. Not everybody is going to be monetarily rich whether they employ me as their life coach or enroll in my coaching program. But if it's what is needed for them to fulfill their purpose in life, then nothing will be able to stop money from running after them, jumping them and filling their accounts. The wealth is to tap into your authentic core. You own unique sound. And I know I'm gifted to lead those who want to go. How that will manifest in your life, only God knows. This I do know though. You'll feel alive as you follow. The more attuned you become to that Knowing inside of you, that North Star, the more joy, contentment and satisfaction you'll have with your life. This is what I'm living and this is why I'm so excited. I'm listening, I'm staying true and when I feel myself deviating or being moved by my ego, I take a deep breath, check back in again and ask God for help so that I stay true to myself. I know the sound of my truest self. That's where the power lies!!!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Book Launch Prep is Accelerating
The closer the book launch gets the more accelerated things are becoming. Interimly however, I've heard such great well-wishes from folks. Some believe that the book is going to be a best seller and have encouraged me to imagine it, claim it, look for it and all the other it's. Despite my efforts to mindmeld with the faith of what they are saying, something inside of me has been resisting it. I didn't fully understand. When I first felt that resistance, I attributed it to not wanting to be disappointed. You know how we do. We believe that if we don't get our hopes up, we won't be disappointed if it doesn't happen. Now that I have had time to get centered and tune in to my Wise Self, I believe I understand why there is a caution.
I have to keep my ego in check. I'm no different from the next person in that. I just strive to stay conscious to what trips me up or takes me out of that centered place. When I move from cooperating with my Wiser Self to having to prove something, it takes me out of authentic grace to fear-induced anxiety. It's so easy to slip back. I am very mindful of that. A main message of my book is to tune in to the sound of your wiser voice. Not the ego voice. Not the voice of society. Not the voice of the overachiever. That pure voice that knows what you must do, when you must do it, and taps you on the shoulder when it's time.
That voice never leads you wrong. It has no other agenda but to move you from where you are to Something Greater. Isn't that wonderful! It leads and guides without forethought of what other people will think or if you will fail. It simply beckons you to follow it. Above all that my ego can fathom - which normally is material in some way, shape or form - the purest part of me simply wants to live in harmony with that voice. So, honestly, I don't care what vehicle the God of the Universe has selected to take me there. I truly believe the book plays a part but I'm not certain of how yet. So, I don't want to read into it, I just want to be ever hearing and ever following the sound. Freedom to follow the sound of my own voice--yes! No limits. No boundaries. Just imagining it in my God-likeness and doing all that that imagination evokes. That is it.
I have to keep my ego in check. I'm no different from the next person in that. I just strive to stay conscious to what trips me up or takes me out of that centered place. When I move from cooperating with my Wiser Self to having to prove something, it takes me out of authentic grace to fear-induced anxiety. It's so easy to slip back. I am very mindful of that. A main message of my book is to tune in to the sound of your wiser voice. Not the ego voice. Not the voice of society. Not the voice of the overachiever. That pure voice that knows what you must do, when you must do it, and taps you on the shoulder when it's time.
That voice never leads you wrong. It has no other agenda but to move you from where you are to Something Greater. Isn't that wonderful! It leads and guides without forethought of what other people will think or if you will fail. It simply beckons you to follow it. Above all that my ego can fathom - which normally is material in some way, shape or form - the purest part of me simply wants to live in harmony with that voice. So, honestly, I don't care what vehicle the God of the Universe has selected to take me there. I truly believe the book plays a part but I'm not certain of how yet. So, I don't want to read into it, I just want to be ever hearing and ever following the sound. Freedom to follow the sound of my own voice--yes! No limits. No boundaries. Just imagining it in my God-likeness and doing all that that imagination evokes. That is it.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Tapping Into the Joy
When I woke up this morning, I was so tired. The adrenalin of last week, gone! It's my fault. I was so enmeshed in prelaunch details last week that I didn't eat like I was suppose to. I didn't take my vitamins for two days straight. And I stayed up nightly past 12 midnight. So not the right thing to do. Trust, my body is letting me know it now.
I've got a lot to do; yet, trying to urge my body from underneath those covers on a beautiful Saturday morning, not! Rather than fight with myself, I called my sister on the phone and sang happy birthday to her. We talked and that was energizing. She read to me Debbie Ford's words that she had found online. We went to her website and breathed them in together. Such a dynamic woman who transitioned into eternity just a couple of weeks ago. She was 57. I hate I didn't follow her journey while she was alive. Nevertheless, she has left quite a legacy for all who remain. Such a rich life!
Life isn't about a laundry list of things to do, but simply being out loud.
No Debbie didn't write that, I just did. That was fresh out of my awareness. As I reflect back to earlier this week, I got seduced back into the urgency of the doing. The more I made that my focus, the more tired I became. Trying to finalize the book cover, we did edit after edit after edit until I felt us all losing steam. In that moment, I heard my Wise Self say, "It's not about perfection." In that moment, I was reminded of what I already knew. Perfect covers don't sell books. So I breathed and released it.
Same thing with trying to select just 15 images when there are 152 phenomenal photographs to choose from. I solicited help of friends and my Business Strategist to help me to narrow it down. As life would have it, none of us had the same tastes or the same preferences. Again, my Wise Self intervened, "What is it about you that you want people to see? What pictures best capture that?" So, I'm forwarding those selections to the photographer. Besides, it's not like he's going to destroy the others. So I breathed and released it.
Herein lies the self monitoring function of your Wise Self. He or she reminds you of the bigger intention. What's most important in the grand scheme of your life. Having taken a step back, I see that the more caught up I got in doing, the more my ego was taking center stage. And the more my ego took center stage, the less mindful I became of me. My ego was draining me, concentrating on all that stuff. The brief station break with my sister brought me back. I felt the joy of the moment. It reminded me of the joy I feel when I am centered and rested. All that needs to be done gets done.
So I have declared this as flow with it day. Nothing forced, just tapping into the joy and letting that effervesce in whatever way it chooses. And I will stop to eat.
I've got a lot to do; yet, trying to urge my body from underneath those covers on a beautiful Saturday morning, not! Rather than fight with myself, I called my sister on the phone and sang happy birthday to her. We talked and that was energizing. She read to me Debbie Ford's words that she had found online. We went to her website and breathed them in together. Such a dynamic woman who transitioned into eternity just a couple of weeks ago. She was 57. I hate I didn't follow her journey while she was alive. Nevertheless, she has left quite a legacy for all who remain. Such a rich life!
Life isn't about a laundry list of things to do, but simply being out loud.
No Debbie didn't write that, I just did. That was fresh out of my awareness. As I reflect back to earlier this week, I got seduced back into the urgency of the doing. The more I made that my focus, the more tired I became. Trying to finalize the book cover, we did edit after edit after edit until I felt us all losing steam. In that moment, I heard my Wise Self say, "It's not about perfection." In that moment, I was reminded of what I already knew. Perfect covers don't sell books. So I breathed and released it.
Same thing with trying to select just 15 images when there are 152 phenomenal photographs to choose from. I solicited help of friends and my Business Strategist to help me to narrow it down. As life would have it, none of us had the same tastes or the same preferences. Again, my Wise Self intervened, "What is it about you that you want people to see? What pictures best capture that?" So, I'm forwarding those selections to the photographer. Besides, it's not like he's going to destroy the others. So I breathed and released it.
Herein lies the self monitoring function of your Wise Self. He or she reminds you of the bigger intention. What's most important in the grand scheme of your life. Having taken a step back, I see that the more caught up I got in doing, the more my ego was taking center stage. And the more my ego took center stage, the less mindful I became of me. My ego was draining me, concentrating on all that stuff. The brief station break with my sister brought me back. I felt the joy of the moment. It reminded me of the joy I feel when I am centered and rested. All that needs to be done gets done.
So I have declared this as flow with it day. Nothing forced, just tapping into the joy and letting that effervesce in whatever way it chooses. And I will stop to eat.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Overachiever No More
Today's blog is a full circle moment. Me, like many of you were taught that hard work pays off. As a result, if I wasn't working hard at something, it wasn't worth much to me. Overachiever's complex, you could call it. You know, the belief that you have to be smarter than the rest and work harder than the least to get ahead. Though I understand the context as a person of color, it can be a stumbling block when you don't know your true value. My full circle moment brings me to what I've learned.
Overachieving makes the goal the end all-be all. We fill our lives with goal setting. Got to reach the goal, we tell ourselves. But if you haven't been present in the journey, you'll get to the finish line and wonder what it was all for. A goal alone is not enough to bring satisfaction. Ask those who have worked their whole lives and have attained much materially but have no relationship with their children now grown. You have to be able to live, laugh and love else it's hardly worth it.
Overachieving makes it hard to listen to your internal compass. You're so focused on the results that you can miss all the cues, whispers and signals of your Wiser Self. Taking a page from my own life, when I went to college I had no idea what I wanted to major in. So when it came time to declare a major, I didn't know what to do. I went to see my guidance counselor, took a test and she said the results were high in math and high in psychology. Being that my goal was to find a good job, I discounted my first love psychology and majored in math instead. My reason? One, I would get out of college on time and two, there was more potential in math to make more money...so I was told.
I disregarded the whisper. My Inner Wisdom knew that psychology was linked to my calling in life. That's why I was enamored with it. Of course, being young and barely in my 20's, I only knew what I knew - absolutely nothing...lol. I went all past my intuition, my gut, and chose math. True, I have an aptitude for math and accounting but my calling, math is not. My calling is more linked to my path and how I was able to overcome the trauma's and hurts.
What I have learned is this. I don't have to strive for what I'm called to do. All I have to do is get in position. Align myself with the wisdom inside and act accordingly. It's not about reaching a goal but living my best life. Everything that I'm suppose to have will run and overtake me. How do I know this? It's happening right now. So, I've turned in my overachiever's card and have placed my stakes in purposeful ground.
Overachieving makes the goal the end all-be all. We fill our lives with goal setting. Got to reach the goal, we tell ourselves. But if you haven't been present in the journey, you'll get to the finish line and wonder what it was all for. A goal alone is not enough to bring satisfaction. Ask those who have worked their whole lives and have attained much materially but have no relationship with their children now grown. You have to be able to live, laugh and love else it's hardly worth it.
Overachieving makes it hard to listen to your internal compass. You're so focused on the results that you can miss all the cues, whispers and signals of your Wiser Self. Taking a page from my own life, when I went to college I had no idea what I wanted to major in. So when it came time to declare a major, I didn't know what to do. I went to see my guidance counselor, took a test and she said the results were high in math and high in psychology. Being that my goal was to find a good job, I discounted my first love psychology and majored in math instead. My reason? One, I would get out of college on time and two, there was more potential in math to make more money...so I was told.
I disregarded the whisper. My Inner Wisdom knew that psychology was linked to my calling in life. That's why I was enamored with it. Of course, being young and barely in my 20's, I only knew what I knew - absolutely nothing...lol. I went all past my intuition, my gut, and chose math. True, I have an aptitude for math and accounting but my calling, math is not. My calling is more linked to my path and how I was able to overcome the trauma's and hurts.
What I have learned is this. I don't have to strive for what I'm called to do. All I have to do is get in position. Align myself with the wisdom inside and act accordingly. It's not about reaching a goal but living my best life. Everything that I'm suppose to have will run and overtake me. How do I know this? It's happening right now. So, I've turned in my overachiever's card and have placed my stakes in purposeful ground.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Too Big for the Box
It's becoming the norm. Wake up at 7:00am. Roll over to the left side of the bed. Reach for my laptop awaiting on the floor below. Plug in the battery charger. Open it up. Type, type...rat-a-tat-tat. What a ride I'm on!
Who would have thought that my life would be so exciting! Photo shoots, book covers, videos, collaborative sessions - a darn good man - smiling, creating and attracting the life I want. And did I say a darn good man?
I feel the energy of this next level every single morning. And despite being dog tired by the end of the day, I have a hard time shutting it off. Like the Skittles commercial, I feel like the little boy that starts vibrating with such joy he bursts into hundred of little Skittles.
I prayed for this. I prayed that I would get up every morning excited about my day. I prayed that I'd live my life on my terms. I hated being at somebody else's beck and call. I wanted to do my life my way. If you had asked me a year ago today, I couldn't have dreamed that this would be my today. I was grieving a huge loss, hated going to work so badly I could hardly get out of bed and was being tortured by menopausal symptoms. I didn't know right from left. All I knew was agony of the soul. Sure, I smiled and only a few people knew I was hurting so badly. But every morning and every night my soul wailed bitterly. You know how it feels. It's like life has spun you around so fast that everything is a blur and you can't get your balance.
Grief gave way to no money. The savings I had when I first went on leave and later left my job dwindled down to maybe, what, $10 or $20 dollars. Had it not been for my boyfriend, my sister, an old college chum and my son, I shudder to think of what would have happened. Sure, I had good girlfriends who came by, sat with me, let me cry, watched movies with me, brought over food and all, but that was because of the death of my cousin. Little did they know that their sister was broke as Job's turkey. It was the pits. I think that's why people cling to stuff that they honestly don't want. They fear being broke, alone, isolated. I was no different. I was so emotionally entangled in my then-job for those very reasons that I shed more tears of exhaustion over that job than tears of grief. My employer kept calling me. It became so burdensome that when my cell would ring, I was afraid to look at it.
I can't blame him too much though. I helped to create his dependency and that of the company. His life was still going on. The company still needed to operate. Accounting still needed to be done. I was proud that I was the only person that knew my job. It made me feel needed and valuable. Still, though initially disguised as a rope extended to me to take me higher, it was ever so insidiously wrapping around my neck, tightening with every call. That's why we don't need to let our ego build our life. It makes us feel good in the beginning but it is a trap later. Who wants to be tangled up in something that won't even allow you to grieve one of the biggest losses in your life?
It had to happen. Not my cousin dying, but my coming to that place. That place where you cannot make yourself do it one...more...day. I understand it all now. I understand why small business owners and entrepreneurs are as they are. They hate working for somebody else. They need their own. There's a dream with their names attached and it haunts them until they answer that call.
In my book--that will be available in the Spring by the way (shameless plug....lol)--I talk about God telling me "Don't put me in a box. I'm too big for that." I didn't understand it then but I finally get it. I've just had an aha! God's voice was my voice. It was His Image inside of me, the real me, sharing something vital with me about me: Don't put Suzette in a box. She's too big for that. Wow! How could I have ever thought a box would be okay no matter how big or cleverly wrapped? A box is still a box. A prison is still a prison. I had to break out. It was declared way back when I was a child. Anything that tried to box me in had to let me go. Either they were going to walk away or I was. It's nobody's fault. That's simply what happens when you're out of place or your life lesson is over. We might think we're suppose to be there until we're old, gray and toothless, but a Someone Wiser than us knows differently.
Well, I'm off to write my Inspirational Corner for Fine Success Magazine. I've enjoyed sharing. To find out more about my book and activities leading up to the launch, go to and LIKE my Purposeful Connections Facebook page. More to come. Cyber hug!
Who would have thought that my life would be so exciting! Photo shoots, book covers, videos, collaborative sessions - a darn good man - smiling, creating and attracting the life I want. And did I say a darn good man?
I feel the energy of this next level every single morning. And despite being dog tired by the end of the day, I have a hard time shutting it off. Like the Skittles commercial, I feel like the little boy that starts vibrating with such joy he bursts into hundred of little Skittles.
I prayed for this. I prayed that I would get up every morning excited about my day. I prayed that I'd live my life on my terms. I hated being at somebody else's beck and call. I wanted to do my life my way. If you had asked me a year ago today, I couldn't have dreamed that this would be my today. I was grieving a huge loss, hated going to work so badly I could hardly get out of bed and was being tortured by menopausal symptoms. I didn't know right from left. All I knew was agony of the soul. Sure, I smiled and only a few people knew I was hurting so badly. But every morning and every night my soul wailed bitterly. You know how it feels. It's like life has spun you around so fast that everything is a blur and you can't get your balance.
Grief gave way to no money. The savings I had when I first went on leave and later left my job dwindled down to maybe, what, $10 or $20 dollars. Had it not been for my boyfriend, my sister, an old college chum and my son, I shudder to think of what would have happened. Sure, I had good girlfriends who came by, sat with me, let me cry, watched movies with me, brought over food and all, but that was because of the death of my cousin. Little did they know that their sister was broke as Job's turkey. It was the pits. I think that's why people cling to stuff that they honestly don't want. They fear being broke, alone, isolated. I was no different. I was so emotionally entangled in my then-job for those very reasons that I shed more tears of exhaustion over that job than tears of grief. My employer kept calling me. It became so burdensome that when my cell would ring, I was afraid to look at it.
I can't blame him too much though. I helped to create his dependency and that of the company. His life was still going on. The company still needed to operate. Accounting still needed to be done. I was proud that I was the only person that knew my job. It made me feel needed and valuable. Still, though initially disguised as a rope extended to me to take me higher, it was ever so insidiously wrapping around my neck, tightening with every call. That's why we don't need to let our ego build our life. It makes us feel good in the beginning but it is a trap later. Who wants to be tangled up in something that won't even allow you to grieve one of the biggest losses in your life?
It had to happen. Not my cousin dying, but my coming to that place. That place where you cannot make yourself do it one...more...day. I understand it all now. I understand why small business owners and entrepreneurs are as they are. They hate working for somebody else. They need their own. There's a dream with their names attached and it haunts them until they answer that call.
In my book--that will be available in the Spring by the way (shameless plug....lol)--I talk about God telling me "Don't put me in a box. I'm too big for that." I didn't understand it then but I finally get it. I've just had an aha! God's voice was my voice. It was His Image inside of me, the real me, sharing something vital with me about me: Don't put Suzette in a box. She's too big for that. Wow! How could I have ever thought a box would be okay no matter how big or cleverly wrapped? A box is still a box. A prison is still a prison. I had to break out. It was declared way back when I was a child. Anything that tried to box me in had to let me go. Either they were going to walk away or I was. It's nobody's fault. That's simply what happens when you're out of place or your life lesson is over. We might think we're suppose to be there until we're old, gray and toothless, but a Someone Wiser than us knows differently.
Well, I'm off to write my Inspirational Corner for Fine Success Magazine. I've enjoyed sharing. To find out more about my book and activities leading up to the launch, go to and LIKE my Purposeful Connections Facebook page. More to come. Cyber hug!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
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