He has been intentionally deliberate.

Dear Blog,

This week was fairly emotional and trying for me at work. I am nearing the end of my 2mo notice and the emotions are getting real and raw. I have had lots of patients find out both from me and from the nursing staff and they are not taking it lightly. I have had patients’ moms crying, I have joined my tears with theirs, and the s*** is getting real. But just like Julius Caesar, I must go forth. Isn’t that the definition of faith?… going forth in trust and belief?

I still struggle with the unknown future, and the uncertainty of not having an immediately apparent source of income, and still marvel at the guts it has taken for me to do this…

The first time I did something this gutsy was in 1999 when I started my own private practice only months after finishing residency. That. was. Trying! I had only one son, Papa. Luckily, I was breast feeding, so at least the poor kid had a somewhat steady source of nutrition. I, on the other hand would eat an apple for breakfast, some noodles for dinner and barely have enough for lunch in those early days before my private practice truly took off. I was terrified, unsure, flat broke, and diffident, but committed and determined, for so many reasons, top of which was my J-1 visa that was about to expire…“whaatt?? girl, you better get it together and get that practice started in that rural area of South Kakalaki that is a qualified HPSA (health professional shortage area) before you find yourself on the wrong side of 45’s great big wall…” my id said to my ego.

Even more gutsy was when I filed for divorce from my now ex-husband. Nervous, afraid, unsure, but determined to divorce a strong-willed “Africa-man” (broken English accent) to the pure amazement and shock and (probably pity) of my onlookers. Many of whom I know, not only thought, but also believed I had lost my mind…what?, you? Naija woman, filing for divorce??? whatever will your people say?? But he is such a quiet man, a good man, what did you do to him? have you done lost yar mind? you dey crase? who do you know ever did that in your family? what have you children become these days? no one wants to stay in their husband’s house anymore, what about your children, how will they manage? blah blah blah. To which I would reply something in the realm of “darling, I don’t expect you to understand…but, he is now single, so please introduce him to any of your available single sisters, cousins, nieces, etc…since he is such a good man…(swinging my hips and whipping my neck and walking away as I roll my eyes…)

Another time I did something very gutsy in recent memory was when I joined the United States Air Force at the age of 42…! Now, at this time, ma guys had probably decided I was a crazy kid that needed prayers…they all probably shook their heads in wonder, said a prayer for me, and commended me into the hands of God (thankfully) as they walked away in disbelief…but if they thought that was bad, then the news that I was getting married to a woman, or that I had gotten married to a woman, finally “broke” the proverbial internet and sent them all in a frenzy…! I guess with those instances in mind, it should not come to my “followers” as a surprise that I quit my day job with not so much as a replacement in its place, to pursue a passion (that potentially is non paying) while I have two sons in college. And bearing in mind that their completely absentee father is absolutely NO help, financially or otherwise… But, if by so doing, I am able to stop one single teenager from committing suicide or spiraling into the dark space of depression, then it was ALL WORTH IT!

I guess that is where my vision leaves their ordinary sight to set off, plotting its own path.

Bringing me back to the topic of today…

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In the past few weeks, I must say I have felt the hands of God more in my life than I can honestly say I have in recent memory.

Since deciding to take up this new journey of re-branding myself. It has been one revelation and one learning experience after another. I have now decided to trust that I have a guiding hand from above and let it do its work in my life.

From my chance encounters to my scheduled meetings, to my patients, to their parents, to my kids, to my extended and nuclear family, to my co-workers to my adversaries, it has all been one message of positivity after another. I have felt nothing but God’s hands on this chess board called my life. Through the transition thus far, He has been intentionally deliberate. I have seen him move Pawns, Queens, Knights, Bishops and Kings in my way, all to propel me to a new level of self-understanding and self appreciation. He has deliberately put the right people in my path, and what I do with them is entirely up to me. But put them in my path, He has. I can only liken the situation to the old days of Long Playing records (LPs), when we would select the record, place it on the gramophone, pick up the pin, and carefully place it on the desired track to play to our delight.

He has literally placed all kinds of helpers, advisers, new acquaintances, collaborators, teachers, mentors, and future team mates etc on the road with me. I shall give you the full details of each encounter at a later blog. Just know that, henceforth, I am a firm believer in the deliberateness of His actions in mine and everyone else’s lives. We all simply need to have our eyes open to these encounters and know that  He IS ever present and ever working. Whether good or bad, it is designed as He wants it. He might not give you fish, if He knows you already know how to fish, but He will supply you with the fishing rod, the hook and the worms, you will however have to find the river, and then cast your rod.

Has it all been good news along the way? absolutely not. Has it all been smooth sailing?, not at all. But through it all, through the disappointments and the good times, there has always been a hint of positivity in the air, and I deliberately choose that energy, no matter how tiny… I am still nervous about my decision, but no longer as much. I am still anxious that things will not be easy, but nothing good comes easy they say, so I must be doing something right. For I know deep inside that, indeed, it is well, and it is rated AG (all good)…

Cheers to the future!!

PS: My website dedicated to fighting teen depression and teen suicide, teenalive.com is LIVE, click the link to check it out!

      “when writing the story of your life, don’t let anyone else hold the pen”

“what you think of yourself is much more important than what people think of you”         ~anonymous

                                                                                             

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Dear Blog, I can’t believe I have so much to say, yet nothing to write…

I cannot believe that this day has finally come! The day I get to write my very first blog on my very own blog-site (my 17yr-old says I should not call it that, but what does he know, right?) I am soooo giddy with excitement at this, yet I am at a loss for words!

How does that even happen, and why? I am a writer, a word-smith, as my friend and high school classmate, U.N. affectionately refers to me (you’ll get to meet a bunch of my friends, if you stick around. In fact, you will get to meet my entire family, and everyone around me, especially those dear to me if you hang around long enough…just promise me you’ll come visit often, I will make it worth your while, I promise) Like I was saying, I am a talker, someone who always has a comment ready, a chatterbox, as my wifener calls me, a story teller. So, why am I not able to come up with something to say today?.

I want my blog to be fun, I want it to be interactive, I want folks to come here, read, connect, chuckle a little, laugh a little and even shed a tear or two if need be. So why am I unable to come up with something fun and engaging to write?

 

I guess I should tell you that frequently, as I go about my day, I hear words and phrases, comments, stories and everything in between, and I note them. So much so that I have, on many an occasion told myself, “if only I had a blog, I would write that…”, now I have a blog…and…nada? Where are all my stories? Hmmm. I hope I will eventually get over this block, “wait, what? a block? already? please say it ain’t so! Ok, let me rephrase, I know I will eventually make a headway, I am assuming this is common, and other experienced bloggers went through this. I am saying to myself, “the words will come”. They’d better.

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So, by the way, just how long should my blogs be? How often do I post? what exactly am I supposed to be writing about? what if I sometimes have more to say? or not enough to say?, does it really matter? as long as I am happy with the end result(s), right?

 

I want this personal blog to reflect me, my interests, my passions, my life on a daily. I want folks to see and experience my life and I through my words. You think I can pull that off? Hmmm? I want it to be successful. I want to continue blogging long after most have stopped. I want, I want, I want…

Do other newbies go through this same self doubt, and uncertainty? Fears that no one will read their blogs and they won’t/can’t become famous through them? I am really hoping that others experienced this as newbies, if not, H-town, we might have a problem…

Any-who, I needed to write something down on your page today before I lose my momentum. So I have, and I am done. I can only hope it is good enough. I know we just met, so I can’t tell you everything about me on our first meeting. In time, I will. I would also like to know about you. Who are you? how did you find me? what would you like to know about me? I can already tell this is going to be a good relationship. It is always about the relationships, but then, you already knew that, right? Please drop me a quick “hello” before you leave, would you?

Ok, I don’t want to bore you, so let me get off while I am ahead… I can promise you, my next letter will surely be jam-packed full of juicy stuff.

Until then…

Peace still.

BB

PS: My website dedicated to fighting teen depression and teen suicide, teenalive.com is LIVE, click the link to check it out!