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There’s something about feeling good about your decisions that feels… freeing.
Not perfect. Not flawless. But freeing.
Like, “I know what I chose, and I stand by it.”

Last night, while sitting in the garage, listening to a little Macy Gray and the rain, I found myself once again reflecting on all things life, growth, and next steps.

Understanding the importance of not missing or skipping steps because when we do, the foundation of life becomes unstable.

When we try to skip ahead emotionally, spiritually, professionally, or even in healing it shows.  The cracks always come.

But when we slow down…
When we take the time to properly identify the next step…
We’re not just moving forward we’re building something that can hold us, even when life tries to shake it.

That’s what I’m working on.

Not just moving… but moving with purpose.
Not just deciding… but deciding with peace.

Sometimes peace doesn’t come from the outcome.
It comes from knowing that you were true to yourself in the process.

So, wherever you are today rushed, stuck, rebuilding, or thriving, just know that your next step doesn’t have to be loud or public.

It just has to be solid.  And if you feel good about it, that’s a sign you’re on the right track.

Stay grounded.
Stay present.
Trust the process step by step.

🔹 Disclaimer:
This blog post reflects my personal thoughts, reflections, and life experiences. I am not a licensed therapist, counselor, or spiritual advisor. The insights shared are meant to encourage self-reflection and personal growth, not to serve as professional advice. Everyone’s journey is different, please do what’s best for you and seek professional guidance when needed.

Sometimes we wake up thinking we need to conquer the world by nightfall. We place impossible pressure on ourselves to go harder, faster, and longer, like we’re in some kind of race. But life? Life is not a marathon. It’s a movement.

A movement is about progress, not perfection. It’s about being in rhythm with your reality, not pushing past your limits to meet someone else’s finish line.

You can move forward with grace, with intention, with pause, and with purpose. Some days that movement looks like deep cleaning the house. Other days, it looks like choosing rest, stillness, or even just survival. Either way, it still counts. You still count.

A movement doesn’t mean nonstop motion.
It means consistent direction.
It means showing up, even if all you can do is inch forward.
It means honoring your body, your mind, your needs, and your journey.

So, if you’re tired, rest.
If you’re overwhelmed, regroup.
But if you’ve got just a little in you today? Use it.
Walk it out. Write it out. Stretch it out. Breathe it out.

This life is not a test of endurance.
It’s a lesson in alignment and as long as you’re still moving, you’re still growing.

Remember, life is a movement not a marathon. So don’t burn yourself out trying to run a race you were never meant to sprint.

#MovementNotMarathon #GraceOverGrind #PurposeInPace #KeepOnPushin #KnowBetterBeBetter #2ndChanceToAdvance #StillMovingStillGrowing #FaithFocusForward

💬 Disclaimer:
This post reflects my personal perspective and life journey. I am not a licensed therapist or medical professional. I’m just someone who’s lived, learned, and leaned on faith. If the message doesn’t apply to you, feel free to keep it scrolling—but for those who needed this word today… I see you. 💛

I was scrolling through Facebook and stumbled across a reel of two people fighting in the middle of a church service. In God’s house 🙁😒🥹.

It reminded me of a time, years ago, when I sat in a church service where a physical altercation broke out right in front of me. It was wild then, and it’s still wild now.

After seeing and hearing so many negative activities surrounding so many of the churches leave me asking: Why doesn’t the church feel sacred anymore?

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Welp, God has not changed. But people? We have allowed pride, performance, politics, and personal agendas to creep into the spaces once reserved for healing and worship.

Today, in too many churches:

• There is more judgment than love.
• There is more gossip than grace.
• There is more performance than presence.

Some pastors are untouchable, and many pulpits are platforms for control. The pews are filled with people who forgot they, too, are sinners saved by grace.

It is disappointing and heartbreaking. And for those who have been wounded in church, it can feel like betrayal.

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I’m here to tell you don’t give up on God because of what man mishandled (inside and outside of the church).

There are still churches where the Spirit of God is alive. There are still people walking in truth and love. And more importantly…

We can be the sacred space.
We can walk in truth.
We can better live the faith we claim.

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Be Better. Not Bitter.

This is not about finger-pointing…it’s a call to self-check. Because whether you’re in the pulpit, the pew, or the parking lot…

✅ You can choose integrity.
✅ You can lead with grace.
✅ You can show up differently than what you’ve experienced.

Let us all just be better. For real. In public, in private, and especially in places where people come searching for hope.

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🔒 Disclaimer:

This post is not an attack on any specific church, pastor, or congregation. It’s a reflection on real experiences and heartfelt encouragement for us all to grow, heal, and be better as individuals and communities of faith. If the shoes don’t fit, don’t wear them. If it does, walk that thing out with humility and change.

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#BeBetterNotBitter #FaithNotFlesh #2ndChanceToAdvance #HealingNotHarming
#TheChurchStillMatters #LetGodLead #ChurchCheck #LiveWhatYouPreach

I woke up this morning around 0230 hrs. CST, disoriented but well-rested, so I lay there in silence, caught between my thoughts and my dreams, reflecting on things that pop into my mind from time to time.

This time, it was that old saying we have often heard and/or experienced “Things haven’t been the same since Grandma died…”  I have heard it repeatedly over the years, on social media, in conversations and in the atmosphere. 💔 The truth of the matter is, her being gone is not the root of the problem.
💔 Her mantle was either dropped or worse, thrown away.

Without the mantle, the foundation for many disappeared.

What’s inside of the mantle?
Prayer Warriors.
Wisdom.
Discipline wrapped in love.
The glue that holds so much together.

Where is your mantle? It contains cultural, generational and spiritual powers.

👣 Teach your children.
👣 Train your grandchildren.
👣 Pass down more than material things; pass down truth, strength, and testimony.

If your family is not in crisis from a forgotten mantle, reach out to someone whose family is, someone who “wants” help. Someone who is still searching for structure, identity, or faith.

The mantle belongs on the shoulders of those willing to walk in purpose.

Pick it up.
Wear it well.
Pass it on.

📌 Disclaimer:

This message is not about blame, it is about awareness, restoration, and generational healing. If this resonates with you, receive it in love💕💕💕

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Some mornings do not need a plan; they just need a pause and today is one of those days.

The kind where I wake up with my body still carrying the weight of recent days, but my spirit finally feeling a little more rested. The rain tapping gently against the window feels like nature’s way of telling me to just breathe… and listen.

I made my coffee. I pulled back the curtains. I sat still and allowed my mind to roam. Not just about today, but everything.

This year has already held so much; uplifting moments, unsettling moments, and some exhausting moments.  A lot has happened, a lot was said and unsaid, and a lot of people have been… well, you know, people. 😅🤣😂

Each day as I journey through life, I am choosing my peace over every battle.
Silence is strength, not weakness.  Everything does not deserve your energy.
Sometimes, letting things pass is the loudest statement you can make.

So here I sit, sipping this cup of coffee, still adjusting to a new laptop that wants a password like it is guarding state secrets 😂💻, and slowly reorganizing my life.
And my thoughts… well, they are flowing like this rain.

Through it all, even on the foggiest of mornings, I am still here, still learning and still growing and that is more than enough.

Let the rain fall.
Let the thoughts come.
I will manage what I can… and leave the rest with God. 💛

#KBBB #2CTA #MorningReflections #ChoosingPeace #EmotionalWellness
#FaithAndFocus #GrowthInProgress #JustBreathe

In moments of deep loss, reflection comes softly whispering to the heart in ways the mind can barely process.

Recently, my family had experienced wave after wave of grief. Some losses came with warning. Others, like tragedy, came out of nowhere. Each one leaves a mark. Each one invites a deeper pause.

But one thought keeps returning to me:

If someone lived beyond the 70 years promised in Scripture, they didn’t just live, they conquered.

They didn’t have it easy.  They came through poverty, prejudice, heartbreak, and hardship.
They lived through seasons many of us will never understand decades marked by struggle and strength.

To live into your 80s… 90s… even beyond 100? That is a testimony in itself.
That is a legacy of endurance.

It’s easy to get caught up in mourning. And yes, grief is real, raw, and heavy. But even in our sorrow, we must take time to honor the conquerors among us.

The ones who paved the way quietly.
The ones who lived before convenience and comfort were common.
The ones whose names may never be printed in history books, but whose lives left an eternal impact on the hearts they touched.

They lived across centuries.
They saw things that only they and God will ever fully understand.
And they kept going.

Even as we mourn, we celebrate.
We recognize that their lives were not just long, they were filled with purpose, power, and presence.

So today, I choose to honor the conquerors.
Those who made it past 70.
Those who defied the odds.
Those whose quiet strength shaped generations.

May we carry their lessons forward.
May we honor their journeys.
And may we never forget the power of a life well-lived, one that lasted, endured, and still speaks even in silence.

This morning, my feet hit the floor at 0615 hrs. CST… but I didn’t start moving.
Instead, I slowed down.

I made a latte, slipped into the garage, and let the world hold me for a minute.  The air was 78° with just enough wind to move the chimes outside. The sky was cloudy, but not gloomy, just soft. The birds were singing, and the breeze carried a kind of stillness that I didn’t want to interrupt. So, I didn’t.

I just sat.  No lists. No pressure. No pretending.  Just me, my thoughts, and the sound of peace trying to reach me between all the noise.

And truthfully?  My mind is everywhere right now. I feel like I’m holding every emotion all at once.  Grief. Gratitude. Fatigue. Hope. Purpose. Pain.  All of it… showing up, uninvited but welcome.

So here I sit.  Not trying to fix anything. Not rushing to feel better.  Just… being.

Sometimes, the most healing thing we can do is be still long enough to hear our own soul speak through the breeze, through the birdsong, through the windchimes that sound like heaven saying, “I’m still with you.”

Life doesn’t always make space for us to rest.
So we have to make the space ourselves.
We have to choose moments that don’t demand productivity but invite peace.

This morning, I chose that moment, and I believe that’s enough for today.

#PeaceInThePause #WanderingThoughts #HealingInStillness #SacredSpaces #KnowBetterBeBetter #2ndChanceToAdvance #GriefAndGrace

There’s something unexplainably powerful about being truly seen. Not because you were trying to stand out, but because your presence alone spoke volumes.

That’s exactly what happened when my daughter and I visited a coffee shop last week.
We walked in, found a cozy corner table, and simply did what we do, talked, laughed, and shared a quiet moment of joy together. Nothing fancy. No spotlight. Just two women, connected by love, faith, and years of memories.

And yet… we caught the attention of someone nearby.
A gentleman approached us and said, “I couldn’t help but notice the glow. The smiles. The peace. I thought you two were actresses or something.”

We weren’t dressed up or drawing attention, just being ourselves. But that moment reminded me of something powerful:

Being genuine shines louder than any performance.

To be genuine is to be at peace with who you are. It’s not about perfection, it’s about presence. It’s about showing up in your truth, in your strength, in your softness, and letting that speak for itself.

The world notices energy before it notices outfits.
People feel warmth before they hear words.

And when your spirit is aligned with love, joy, and authenticity, even in your quietest moments, you light up rooms you don’t even realize you’ve entered.

So today, I’m reminded:
You don’t have to chase attention when you live in intention.
Keep glowing. Keep laughing. Keep being you, genuine, grounded, and unforgettable.

Grief is strange like that.
One minute, you’re just going to the dentist.
The next, you’re standing in front of a stranger, two sets of tears falling for two different mothers and one shared loss.

Today, I had that moment.  I wasn’t expecting to be reminded of my mother’s absence in the middle of a dental appointment, but there it was in a brief conversation about house cleaning services, of all things.

She had lost her mother too.  And just like that, grief cracked open both our hearts.

These are the emotional triggers no one warns you about.
They don’t always show up on holidays or anniversaries; they show up in:

• A photo that suddenly means more than it did before
• A voice that sounds like someone you’ll never hear again
• A random stranger who unknowingly shares the weight of your sorrow

And while these triggers hurt, they also remind us that love was real and still very much alive within us.

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💛 So how do we deal with them?

1. Acknowledge the Moment
Say it out loud if you need to:
“That just triggered something in me.”
It’s not weakness it’s honesty. And honesty is healing.

2. Allow the Feeling
You don’t have to rush to fix it. Cry. Sit. Breathe. Step away. Let the wave pass.
You’re not broken. You’re just human.

3. Talk About It
Whether it’s with a loved one, a therapist, a journal, or someone like me, don’t hold it in.
When we share our story, we create room for someone else to share theirs too.

4. Protect Your Peace
Triggers are real, but so is rest. So is joy.
Don’t be afraid to unplug, set boundaries, or quietly excuse yourself. Your peace matters too.

5. Remember What It Means
That trigger? That unexpected tear? That pause in your day?
It’s a sign of how deeply you loved and how deeply you were loved.

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Triggers aren’t here to torment us; They’re reminders of something too sacred to forget.

So, if today you find yourself suddenly emotional, caught off guard, or asking “Why now?”

Just know:
You are not alone.
And your journey is unfolding with grace, even in the most unexpected places.

💛 – Kay Hicks
https://2ndChancetoAdvance.com

🌊 Go with the Flow – Finding Peace in the Present

Life has a funny way of surprising us even when we try to plan everything down to the last detail. Going with the flow might be one of life’s most underrated tools for emotional well-being.

🌿 What Does It Mean to “Go with the Flow”?

At its core, going with the flow means letting go of resistance and allowing life to unfold. naturally instead of trying to force a specific outcome. It doesn’t mean being passive; it means being flexible. And in doing so, we create space to appreciate the beauty in the unexpected.

🧠 The Science Behind It

There’s actual research that supports the emotional benefits of this mindset:

✅ A study published in Psychological Reports (Csikszentmihalyi, 1990) introduced the concept of “Flow State” a mental state where a person is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus and enjoyment. Although this is often associated with creativity and work, the same principles apply to life in general.

✅ Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction (MBSR) programs have found that when individuals stop ruminating and begin accepting the present moment stress decreases significantly (Kabat-Zinn, 2003).

✅ The Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT) model encourages people to embrace thoughts and feelings rather than fighting them, leading to better emotional regulation and reduced stress (Hayes et al., 1999).

💛 Real Talk

For me, going with the flow means choosing peace even when the day doesn’t go as planned. It means I don’t have to control everything to enjoy anything. Even in chaos, there’s clarity. Even in the unplanned, there’s purpose.

✨ Closing Thought

What if today… you just flowed? Let the waves of life carry you; not to escape, but to embrace every moment for what it is. It might just bring more joy than you ever expected.

📌 Disclaimer

This post is based on personal experiences and general wellness studies. It is not intended as medical or psychological advice. Please consult a licensed professional for any health-related concerns.

#GoWithTheFlow #MindfulLiving #StressRelief #2ndChanceToAdvance #LiveFully #EmbraceTheMoment #KnowBetterBeBetter #FaithFocusForward #ThriveIn25