I had an interesting business meeting today that could possibly place me in position to return to doing something I love, and be compensated at least part-time for the time being. The meeting was scheduled and rescheduled a few times because of various reasons, but truth be told, any meeting (and many meetings) should have been held long before today. So what was the hold up? M-E. 

Today, I was reminded of this little quote I wrote as I pondered my future, “doors fly open when walls fall down.” You see, I could easily blame a man, the man, or anybody else for me not moving on those things that concern me, bring me joy, are part of my gifted purpose and my destiny. But at the end of the day (it’s actually 5:23pm as I type so I guess this blog is most fitting), I am responsible for waking up and making my dreams come true.

So today, I began to knock down the walls of the:

• Personal procrastinationitis–That’s the ailment that tells you to jump at helping others handle their business and shy away (because of fear of failure) from your own. 
• Can I really be compensated condition-That’s the disease that robs you of your pocket of plenty convincing you that you’re value is worth words only, and not what’s in other’s wallets.
• I’ve been out of the game too long syndrome-That’s the little bug that gets planted in your confidence computer and convinces you that because you haven’t done something long or for a certain amount of time you’re not capable of doing it well now.
• Ain’t nobody got time for that trait-Not to be confused with “personal procrastinationitis” this is the sickness that doesn’t care if you’re afraid, but says you’re literally too busy to take time to do what you’re supposed to do for you as if people haven’t been full-time and freelancing for years.

So there you have it. My four walls (for now) that have officially been served a karate chop! Go ahead and pull out your fancy garb, roll out the red carpet and join me because I expect to be strutting through some major doors any minute now.

-Angela Moore