As I get older, I realize that having attachments to some ideas really makes you unavailable for outcomes you couldn’t have possibly imagined for yourself. Yes, this is simple. But do we get it? It’s as if my old mentor, Sekou Sundiata, just whomped me on the head with his “leave room for the ghost.” Recently, I’ve evolved a lot. I’ve changed my hair which I didn’t know if I ever would do. One day I just got the urge to have fun with it. To not listen to those who say your hair should or shouldn’t be one way or the other. I just told myself, no “creamy crack” on my scalp. Everything else is fair game. Now I can have fun like my mom used to (afro wigs, pageant pieces, etc) and her mom before her (Barbara Winfrey was a looker in her beehive and fur stoles). When I had this revelations, I realized maybe Erykah Badu beat me to it but, hey, I’m regular so I think I’m pioneering for myself.  

Perhaps this is the year to jump out of the boxes we put around ourselves, or the ones others put around us. At some point I think it infultrate our brains that we should go ahead and do the “adult thing” and settle down, cease having fun, cease thinking that we can still grow as people. We are never too old to grow.

In an effort to not sound cliche, I fear that I am but I am just realizing that what we take for granted is sometimes the most profound life lesson one can imagine.