this season of adulthood has been riddled with hard lessons, career uncertainties, and curve balls that rival even the best baseball players’ game

pouring from an empty cup has no purpose or place in a good life.

Two weeks before my birthday and I’m once again at the head of the CoS (Council of Shae’s) after a rocky November. The mental roller coaster and series of triggered responses has left the council making a special session to discuss what the hell has happened. You ever get thrown off so bad you had to take a step back and say, “Am I tripping??” Yeah, that’s what happened. And, that’s why we’re convening.

I was praying that I would get a sign of clarity of how I should proceed. Then, “My Life” by Mary J Blige (sampling my favorite song “Everybody Loves The Sunshine” by Roy Ayers Ubiquity) played in my ear. And, I begin writing.

Gaining clarity after a season of floating through the abyss of burn out, unrealized potentials, and the overwhelming burden of committing to the future has left me grasping for some feel good.

Going through “world-altering” life events makes recaps especially hard. My eagerness and reluctance to spill the beans on my life post-grad leaves me frazzled, but this felt good. These words felt like silk sheets on a cool summer evening. Recaps are hard, but here we go:

The desire to have a legacy is rooted in many things. they take root in the desires to be memorialized, to be remembered beyond a lifetime.

Recaps are cliche, right? Right.