I had a very humbling experience today. A visitor stopped by, someone I’ve been acquainted with for over 10 years. She was in awe as she walked through my door. It wasn’t make believe, like the manufactured reactions of today, it was genuine. She had wondered what the inside of THIS building looked like since she was a little girl. A concept that meant absolutely nothing to me until she walked OUT the door.
Here I am, walking through said door, everyday, and all I see is a to-do list. While it’s been almost 2 months, to me, everything seems SOOOOOO unsettled (and it is, don’t get me wrong). There’s no glam squad making my quarters livable. I have a “to purchase” queue I can confidently say will put anyone’s to shame. I still need everything imaginable, like literally–every–thing–imaginable. But here I am (finish line in site) feeling like I haven’t even left the blocks–waving goodbye to a grown woman, that was just happy to see the inside of my building…
The whiff of shy that comes from getting to know me is probably the most notable insight into my modesty–but that moment–that moment said loud and clear–Regina–remember the ground.
If you know anything about power, in the literal sense, you know there’s no way to measure potential without reference. So when reminders come into your life–know that only the ground can protect you–and only the ground can offer you an avenue in which to empower others. So stay grounded my friend, note to self: TAKEN!
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