Pardon my dust, I hope there’s not too much confusion. A lot happened around here after my last post! My website is undergoing a transformation at the moment, so I apologize ahead of time for broken links and general disarray. I’m still learning how to navigate the new layout, so many many apologies! My beloved Noire Memoir has become Goddess In Training Coaching! Why is all of this happening? So I that I can help other women avoid everything that I went through and more. This is the first time I'll go into more detail about that breakup. I avoided going into too much depth before, ...
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The Best Part of Affirmations
Hello and happy Sunday! We are so close to Halloween, I can taste the candy and feel the spookiness, even here in sunshiny Florida! It’s been a great week, so why don’t I get started on what I’m grateful for? Gratitude for this week Something funny that happened this week was seeing a snake during my daily power walk. I’ve given running a break because I hurt my foot somehow, but I ran like the wind when I saw another tiny black creepy crawly on the sidewalk. Judging by the ache in my quads and the yelps I made, I set a new record for the 50-meter dash. Usain Bolt has competition now. ...
I Hit the Point of No Return
Earlier in the summer, I woke up with glee because I thought I had moved on from my previous relationship. It was my first time waking up and going to bed without thinking about my ex. I was focused on my books, my plans for my blogs, and my dreams of future goals. It was an exhilarating moment. What I didn’t know is that there are levels to moving on: First, there’s the stage that I was excited to be in earlier this summer.We can call that the beginning to move on. You’re feeling good, thinking about other things, entertaining the idea of casual dating.Then there’s the “Hm, maybe we can ...
What Love Looks Like to Me Now
I used to think I knew what love looked like. My idea of love was a mixture of rom-coms, romance novels, country and old-school R&B songs, and some really toxic ideas. I thought that love meant that I was supposed to give every part of myself to my significant other. Love was supposed to be a perfect all-consuming emotion. I was supposed to accept everything that my partner did or didn’t do. I was not supposed to complain or ask for respect and have boundaries. I was supposed to make excuses for them if they got violent. I was supposed to build up the man I was with and do everything ...
