My cultural identity has evolved over the years. Growing up biracial in the South, I didn’t know whether to listen to Skynyrd or Pac. (So I chose both)
Being submerged in two distinct Southern cultures saturated with Christian teachings has its advantages and disadvantages.
Disadvantage: Making decisions without feeling ostracized by your peers who are, for all intents and purposes, walking stereotypes.
Example: When dealing with escalated confrontation from another party do I kick they ass? Bless their heart? Or turn the other cheek?
Advantage: Realizing you get the best of all worlds.
Example: When dealing with escalated confrontation from another party, I use a progressive strike system. Turn the other cheek, bless their heart, then kick they ass.
Yeah… Jesus puts in overtime with me. #workinprogress
It’s no secret that I’m a *bit* melancholic. Okay, so that’s an understatement. Hell, I bask in sadness the way a pig does in mud. Mostly I felt entitled to it. #millennial
I feel the Lord pushing me to move forward.
Telling me to stop rereading the same chapter over and over. To see what’s next.
- No more passive-aggressive prayers.
- No more Jim this or depression that.
- No more self-pity.
Christ is the Author of my faith and I’m ready to see what comes next.
So I’m turning the page.