When One Door Closes ...

Choose Faith

Reflecting on the tumultuous January of 2024, I find it hard to believe that I made it through. Physically, I was intact, but emotionally and psychologically, I was shattered. The weight of tragedy, disappointment, and failure bore down on me relentlessly, threatening to engulf me. It was a stark reminder that I wasn't fine, that I needed to hit pause, and prioritize my own well-being before extending a helping hand to others. So, I took a bold step: I scheduled a 90-minute massage, signed up for counseling, and allowed myself the rest I desperately needed. It was a departure from my usual modus operandi—I'm always on the go—but this time, I knew I had to practice what I preached, what I coached others to do: I had to choose faith in myself and my ability to heal.

In the midst of these trials, self-doubt crept in insidiously, whispering words of inadequacy and urging me to give up. It was the familiar voice of my inner critic, but this time, I refused to let it consume me. The massage, counseling, and rest provided me with the clarity and strength to confront that voice head-on. I recognized it for what it was—an obstacle to my progress, not a guide—and I made a conscious decision to silence it. This time, instead of succumbing to its negativity, I chose faith.

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Faith has been a recurring theme in my life, albeit one I've wrestled with. Not bound by religious doctrine but rooted in spirituality, I've often grappled with the question of whether to trust it. The world's injustices and hardships have left me questioning the very notion of faith. But amidst the chaos of January, a friend's simple advice resonated with me: lean into faith. It sounded easy enough, but I struggled to grasp its meaning. How does one "lean into faith"? I asked. The answer came unexpectedly, in a moment of surrender. As my emotions spiraled out of control, I found myself on bended knee, whispering, "I surrender." And in that moment, a weight was lifted, and clarity emerged. I realized that faith isn't about logic; it's about trust, about allowing oneself to be guided by a higher power beyond rational comprehension.

And so, as February dawns, I find myself embracing the light that faith has illuminated. Where one door closed, others have opened, revealing unexpected blessings along the way.

• The passing of my beloved Aunt Ila has brought me closer to my father, fostering a connection that had long lain dormant.

• An invitation to deliver a keynote speech at my alma mater, the University of Notre Dame, marks a poignant return to a place where my early years were shadowed by trauma. It's an opportunity to reclaim my narrative and share my truth with others.

• The Black History Month virtual series sponsored by my alumni association has fueled a fire in me and left me proud of my persistence, brilliance, and contribution to the world. 

• Joining a network of supportive women who champion my business endeavors signifies a shift from isolation to community, a reminder that I need not navigate this journey alone.

• And despite financial struggles, the ability to prioritize my son's education brings a sense of fulfillment and purpose that transcends material wealth.

Through it all, I've been reaffirmed in my calling to support and uplift leaders, particularly women, as they navigate their own paths to success. The doubts that once clouded my vision have been dispelled by the testimonials of those I've helped along the way.

Faith has become my compass, guiding me through life's uncertainties and imbuing each day with gratitude for the blessings I've been fortunate enough to receive. So, as I look back on January's trials and triumphs, I can't help but say, "Thank you."

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