2015. And counting.

Hey folks!

My God it seems like forever since I’ve written something to you guys (and gals). I miss you (my supporters, family, friends) terribly! It’s been a while but my time away was very much needed. I’ve gone through so much this year – good and not so good – and it has taught me that in it all, honoring your life with your wishes, practicing gratitude, being okay with choices you make for yourself, are the things that lead to a more joyful, less stressful, more fulfilling, less stressful, more significant life.

If you’re reading this in 2014, that means that you were alive on December 13, 2014. Do you know that sequentially speaking, the date 12-13-14 is the last of its kind for another 20 years? What rolls around next is 1-2-34, two decades from now on January 2, 2034. While that seems like forever and a day away, it’s really right around the corner.

As I sit here on Georgia Tech’s campus reflecting on the past two decades, I am able to do nothing but sigh and smile. Over the summer I turned 25 and when I say PRE-MIDLIFE CRISIS! I laughed. I cried. I hyperventilated. I cried some more. I laughed some more. I played mediator. I had cake smashed in my face. I laughed and cried some more. I prayed. And cried again. Eventually I went to sleep literally wondering where the hell had the time gone?

Twenty years ago I was prepping for the coming of my sister, Imari, hoping she wouldn’t smell weird. She did (not really). But doesn’t anymore (her job gives her discounted body sprays and such – hallelujah – kidding. I love how she smells. I think. Is that weird? I love my sister. She loves me. Mind your business. #NoJudgmentZone). Twenty years ago, I was in Kindergarten at Heard Mixon telling Mrs. Ammons and Mrs. Stutes that I wanted to be a preacher when I grew up (still weird?). Twenty years ago, life was such a breeze. I had not one care in the world, other than caring for my puppy Chino, my Curious George and Amelia Bedelia books, and the toys I got in the many, many Happy Meals I enjoyed (say something and I’ll sit on you. Again, kidding). Life back then was so simple. And oh, so good.

Looking ahead twenty years from now, I can only imagine how thrilling and exciting and exhilarating life will be. The possibilities are endless. Time is endless. Joy is endless. There is so much life work that you and I could do. Life work, meaning that which lifts you higher, giving purpose and reason and meaning to the offering you have for the world. It is why you exist. It is why you have breath in your body. It is the very thing that you would do for the rest of your life even if you did not get paid for it, though financial freedom is a great goal to aim for while completing your life work. Isn’t that what we all aim for? But I digress.

The fact that you are alive right now at this very moment is an indicator that you still have purpose here. You are still on assignment. You still have work to do. 2015 and beyond can really be the next best years of your life. Only if you open yourself to the possibility of Becoming. And even once you become, you continue to Be.

Please, I beg of you, all of you, to not go another day repeating the same mistakes of yesteryear. Lessons will continue to show up, that’s life, but repeating the same class year after year and failing with the same grade (in this instance, receiving the same consequences) will do nothing but hold you and others that are waiting for you and your work, back. You have to advance. You have to move forward. You have to grow with the following in mind:

Life, for me, will never be the same.

I guarantee that if you take this and say it daily to yourself, post it on Instagram, tweet it, whatever you have to do in order for that to stick, your life will work only for your good.

So, let’s move forward together. Let’s work together. Let’s grow together. And together, let’s rise!

Living in the sunshine,

Rashaad