You Lived Through It

Newsflash…it didn’t kill you, stop you, destroy you, stunt your growth, mess up your destiny, halt your progress or interrupt God’s plans.

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You lived through it. Woohoo!  Go ahead and pat yourself on the back. Do a little cabbage patch. Skip to my lou, my darling. Kick a “Kid and Play”. Wave your hands in the air like you just don’t care, cause you did that!!!! You lived through it whether you knew you could, or thought you would.

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That thing, those things, that person, that situation, that ending, or that disappointment might have caught you off guard, knocked the wind out of you, shook you up a bit, or pulled the proverbial rug from under you, but that’s all it did. You lived through it so now you might as well LIVE, for real and use it to move forward and make a difference for someone else who doesn’t know yet what you now know and that’s that it won’t kill you, stop you, destroy you, stunt your growth, mess up your destiny, halt your progress or interrupt God’s plans.

 

@AngelaMMoore316

My Bra Hurts

Recently I was lamenting to my sister about the status of my half bra. It hurts. I mean it Hurts with a capital “H”! In 2011 I was diagnosed with Lymphedema, the buildup of fluid called lymph in the tissues under your skin when something blocks its normal flow. This causes swelling, most commonly in an arm or leg. My Lymphedema just so happens to have happened in my right arm. (Check me out posing in the ATL a few years ago with my funky-fresh compression sleeve on and my badge of honor (that scar under my arm) of what I’ve endured.)

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Since going through treatments, therapies, fads and new-fangled products I’ve been mostly healed of the disease. I manage it daily myself, and usually don’t have problems unless I’m flying or exercising (I have to wear a compression garment), when the seasons change, if I lift something too heavy, when I get extremely hot and when I wear that daggum half bra.

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That bra, that beloved half bra, has seen me through cute times too many to recall. But it hurts. It hurts so very badly. So when I told my sister about the bra hurting me she said through her matter-of-fact face, “Well, just get yourself another one.” “I can’t,” I said. “It’s too expensive,” I complained. “It’s too hard to find my size,” I whined. Then again, in a matter-of-fact face which has only been intensified since she entered the world of motherhood she turned to me and said, “Oh well. Just keep on hurting then.” Boom! Just like that she shut me up, shut me down and reflected an attitude many of us take on in life.

Why was I willing to allow something to keep hurting me when I didn’t have to, especially when I was in control? All I had to do was buy a new bra. Simple. And plain. Why did I find every excuse possible to keep wearing the bra rather than just toss it and buy a new one. Sure, it’s going to be expensive. But so is physical therapy when my Lymphedema flares up. Sure, my “special” size is hard to find, but so are a lot of other things I might have scoured the internet, shopping malls and specialty stores for in the past. Sure, I don’t even wear that half bra that often but when I do I want to pull my weaved hair out strand by strand and that makes no sense. Sure I could just settle for what used to work, but it doesn’t work for me anymore so that settles it.

Bras and I have had an interesting relationship through the years. Because of my generationally transferred upper physique they’re one of those things simply not on the top of my “must have the fanciest and frilliest” list. I never really cared to know much about the importance of bras, especially as they are so instrumental in providing foundation and support. Much like my life, I’ve also had the tendency to invest more in things related to others than me, being a foundation or support, but not always investing in building my very own foundation and support.  I’d like to blame that one on genes too. (I hope they’re reading this…LOL!) That’s all changing now, thanks to the fluff and stuff under my right arm compliments of Lymphedema. I’m about to step my bra game and life game up. Just watch me…well, not really, but you get my drift.

@AngelaMMoore316

These Muffins are Magic

Hot off the press from http://www.angelaeatstheham.com
These Muffins are Magic!

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There’s a big, little secret nestled in the heart of Mountain Brook, Alabama, just off of Highway 280’s Overton Road, up, around and down the winding road leading to bakery perfection. It’s Magic Muffins, and yes, the magic is truly in the muffins.

First off, let me start by saying this post is about muffins, but their sandwiches, biscuits, cinnamon rolls and sticky buns are blog-worthy and shall receive their fair praise in a post soon, especially those ham and cheese biscuits with a sticky bun and Grapico on the side.

But back to the muffins. Ohhhhh….the muffins. How shall I say this? They are magical. The Low Fat Muffins come in: Blueberry, Banana Nut, Carrot Pecan, German Apple, Chocolate Chip, Zucchini Carrot, Pumpkin, Oatbran,Blueberry Oatbran, Cherry Jubilee, Peach Streusel, Morning Glory, and Chocolate Chocolate Chip. I’ve had at least half of that assortment and every, single one makes my mouth happy. There…

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File a Report! Real Music is Missing:(

Happy #FBF…Thankfully, since this post in 2013 “real music” has made its way to the radio and my ears from artists like Tyrese, Jill Scott, Tamia and so many more. Bring on the music!!!

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Snuggly in my 40s, I hesitated in writing this blog today because I didn’t want to come off like a crotchety, old lady who always whines about how things were back in the “good old days”. But I’ll be doggonnit (is that how you spell it?), I can’t take it anymore! I’m launching a grassroots campaign to find real music because obviously it’s missing and has been gone too long.

I was serenaded to sleep last night by the Unsung of one of my all-time favorite bands, “Mint Condition”. It felt good reflecting on their music, the instrumentation, their expertise, their live show (which is absolutely bananas), and the cohesiveness of it all that comes when you’re singing about something that really matters. Well, wouldn’t you know it, while riding into work I attempted to listen to a syndicated radio show of a wildly popular comedian whom I just so happen…

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The Chase #DestinationUnknown by Guest Blogger Kushuna Williams

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I absolutely adore shirts that have positive and cool messages on them, just like the one I have on in the photo. Cute, uh?! I was very excited to sport my ‘Jesus Saves, Bro’ shirt at church while I stood at the front door with my tray of peppermint candy and greeted all the people coming to praise God.  I usually get my deepest revelations during church worship services….given this fact, one would think I would be there more consistently, ha.

There I was sitting and praying, chatting with God, reminding Him, that I still need a job in my field, that I would like help to prepare and pass my PHR certification, that my husband needed new clients, that I need to get more sales at my current job, yada, yada, etc, etc. THEN, God reminded me that 80% of my thoughts were consumed with finding a job in my field, passing my PHR, taking a class, reading a resume article, praying constantly about these things also. I could audibly hear a voice that suggested that I change my focus and chase God and not my career. It made such perfect sense. God used my sweet husband a couple of months ago to tell me a similar message, “change your focus, the thing you are chasing will come when you focus on something else.” Needless to say, I didn’t listen to him.

God promises us that He will provide for us, that we will not be forsaken, nor will we be forgotten. He constantly reminds us, that if He makes sure the birds and the fish eat (and they don’t tithe) won’t He do the same for His children. Sometimes I have to be told twice…. I had to make a  decision to change my thought process. There is nothing wrong with being career driven and setting attainable goals, but the only thing that should consume me is my love for God. I have to trust God and make investing time with Him a priority. I’m going to chase God, and I have no idea where the destination will lead, what I BELIEVE is that He will perfect everything  that concerns me and that it will  be a most interesting journey.  I guess my cute little Christian t-shirt is true….Jesus Saves, Bro #allday #everyday!

PS. If you want your own Jesus Saves shirt, checkout shoprileyclay.com or @RileyClayDesigns on Instagram

XOXOXO – Kushuna