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Is this thing on, for real? I need to dust the mic off. It's been a while. The last time I was here, I had just defended my dissertation - let me tell you how life has happened. You know how the new year begins on January 1? That may be true, but in my case, the new year began late Summer 2020. July 27th to be exact. I just celebrated my 27th birthday on August 28th. I have no known knowledge of why that number is important, but it is. BLOG 27. July 2020 July was wild. July really gave me a run for my money. Something told me to buy a prayer journal. I could feel it in my spirit. I went to TJ Maxx and found a cute green one. I started writing my prayers and reading them to myself. These prayers were detailed; shoutout to my mom and granny for teaching me how to talk to God. I prayed specifically about my life post Ph.D. I prayed and wasn't even paying attention to how God was lining things up. For YEARS I was wanting more out of my career - out of life period. I can't tell you how many jobs I've applied for and how many "We regret to inform you... blah blah blah" emails I received. I didn't know then, but I wasn't ready for that blessing. I had to be in the space to receive it. God was ready, but I wasn't. I wasn't ready until July 2020. I had been waiting since 2017. Three years. Talk about patience. It seemed like within a week span, God started showing up. He sent several people to help me along the way. Someone led me to a mentor. The mentor led me to a job application. A friend offered to polish my resume. I didn't ask for any of these things. They fell right in my lap. I wrote about my life and the things I wanted. Tear drops hitting the page. Like God, I know you know my heart. It was written before I wrote it. Catch that! I applied for the job. I was approved for the new apartment I wanted early-mid July. I planned for this apartment without even knowing how I was going to pay for it. I got the apartment before I got the job. I prayed hard about that job - then I got it. July 21, 2020. It was WRITTEN. An offer from my supervisor over the telephone. I was driving. I had to pull over. Instead of playing scared, I just did it. Door after door was opened. If this experience taught me anything, it was about patience and God's timing. "He may not come when you want him, but he's always on time." August 2020 27th L O A D I N G... August was less wild. Sis was refreshing af. I had made it through a storm I had been weathering for years. I started the month off closing out my Ph.D. journey chairing our program's annual research conference. That was a thrill. I was proud to be a part of such a production. My work felt validated. Being in academia or research, the feeling of validation can be absent at times, but I worked my ass off and it showed. It symbolized the end of that chapter. I stayed in zoom with my classmates for hours after it was over because I wasn't really ready to let go. But, all good things must come to an end and make room for better. What's better than your birthday? I obsess over my birthday because for me its like the one time a year where I get to "take care of me" and be selfish and I can't make myself feel bad about it. I decided to have a staycation in a new location. Bought some clothes. Got my hair and nails done, and packed my bags for a weekend stay in the A! My 27th birthday was so smooth. Champagne, a private chef, wine-tasting, a bubble bath in a free-standing bathtub, and Buckhead. It was that "black woman in luxury" time I needed. This birthday felt like a rebirth. I've been aging all this time, but I finally feel grown. Not to mention my degree was conferred on August 3 so the vibes were just lovely. I was happy and being happy didn't feel like a task.. it was just happening. Organically. Cheers to 27 years around the sun! September 2020 I've been at my new job for over a month and I'm happy. My apartment is cozy and I just bought a fire mirror for my bedroom. My toes are polished white. I've been supporting black businesses and my amazon packages arrive on time. 27 is definitely the rebirth. My mom and grandma keep calling me "new". New car. New job. New spot. New name. JUST NEW! I thought a pandemic said sumn?? TUH!
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