I’m On My Team

It is only the strong survive, right?

If I’m not on my own team, then who is? I have dreams and goals just like the next person.

I’m trying to make it. I’m trying to get to where I’m going. I’m trying to reach my destination. I’m trying to achieve success, just like you.

Just like you’re on your team, I’m on my team. Yes, we may be direct competitors in our desires and what we crave for in our hearts, but their can still be a mutual respect.

This thing right here has nothing to do with ego or selfishness. I mean isn’t it fair to say that an individual has to make some type of living. An individual has to have some type of purpose in life, a sense of accomplishment. Why else would we live? Success lies at the end of the tunnel with everybody. The success objectives is the only thing that differentiates us. We are individual teams with individual team goals.

Whether the competition is direct or indirect we can agree that an individual team is in full support of what he or she does.

Okay, so we compete over attention, money, job security, business, whose the best, the big stage, even over people. Competition will always be stiff, but I have my competitive edge. I know what my niche is. I know who my target market is. I know what route and way I want to go to get it.

It is to each’s own. We may be on separate teams, but we can still respect each others hustle and grind. I’ve made up in my mind that I’m going to respect what you do, but will you do the same towards me? I’m confident with my plight and journey, my skills and my grind. There is no need for me to disrespect or hate on someone else’s team. You’re on your team and I’m on my team.

I’m not trying to kill yo flow. I don’t desire to. I channel my energies on what I’m trying to accomplish in life. Causing chaos on your squad or knocking you off course provides me with no satisfaction. I don’t have time for it.

Even in joint ventures and/or particular projects. Those are short-term goals where 2 individuals bring there skills together for a shared goal. It is a bind, an agreement, but with the notion that each individual team gets something out of it.

It amazes me to see so many people who are on their own team think that nobody else is on their own team, that they are the only team on the planet that is trying to do something. And they don’t care what you are trying to accomplish. What you’re doing doesn’t support their cause or goals. So they disrespect you, downplay what you do, ignore you or you get that special shady-ness treatment. Gotta love the shady-ness!!!!!

So, I’m putting my feelings out there. And making it known…

I’m on my team. I’m happy for you on what you’re doing. If I’m vibing, I’ll support, but don’t get it twisted. I’m trying to do something GREAT in my life too. I’m trying to make something BIG happen so that my kids can have opportunities that I didn’t have, too. I want doors to open up for me, just like you want doors to open up for you.

I want support for what I do, just like you do. With that said, I have much respect for those that are making something out of themselves. Don’t come to me the wrong way though. Don’t downplay or play that power struck game with me. I’m not going to do that to you. So I don’t expect it to be done to me.

I’m on my team too. I’m always on my team. Being on my team lets me know that at least one person on this planet cares about what I do and where I’m trying to go! I love who I am and I love what I do.

-LeXXah Drew It-

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One Day I’ll Introduce Myself to my Mom

I will say “Hello” to her. I will tell her my name. The name of the real idea of me. I will not lie.

I want her to one day know who her daughter is and how she came to be. She has a right to know. She is my Mother.

The person that she knows according to her isn’t really me. Some of it is, but not all. A long time ago I created an image of myself on the right side of my brain.

I loved my identity. I loved what I saw. I told my image that I wanted to be just like her. I looked up to her so much that becoming one with her would allow me to be me but the way I always imagined and dreamed.

Call it an improved version of myself. My Momma doesn’t know this version of myself. But I would like for her to know that me. One day! Right now she is not ready and it is safer to just play my role as the daughter she knows.

Some call this the alter ego. After all I am an all around artist, a Renaissance chick. Others may call it crazy, schizophrenia, touched or “Special”!

Many people may not be familiar with it. But those that create, imagine or dream on a class 5 mutant level, already know where I’m coming from.

I love my Mother. She is a beautiful woman, a Holiness woman. It will be a beautiful day when I introduce myself to her. It will compare much like, but not quite like, being born again.

She may not hold me as she did when I was a baby, but the hug will be genuine.

I already know that some people reading this might for a second think that this other version of me is bad or negative in some way, but I’m not at all.

Have you ever imagined being who you are in another way? Not like someone else, more like someone else and that someone else just so happens to be you. It may be complicated to understand for some, but for those who have an open mind about it, it’s very feasible.

The stories that I will share with my Mom will be grand. It will be like an adventure that she’s reading from a book and after hearing it all she will be in awe and I think she will like that version of me.

I would never get rid of the one she knows though. To shun that version all together would be selfish. That version of me is the strongest connection that she has with that me.

But one day, one day, one day, she will know. Signs around me will let me know. They always do. I will stay forever watchful.

-LeXXah Drew It-

Remember What You Wrote……….

……..So that many years from now you can remember how you thought, what you thought and how you grew.

It’s a great reference for self-evaluation.

I look at things that I’ve written in the past and it just amazes me to see how I was thinking and the ideas that came across my mind. It’s just crazy thinking about it.

The cool thing about it is, when I read past writings or stories or blogs, I can feel that exact moment and feeling that I felt when I wrote it. The atmosphere around my mind just comforts my mindset and I sit there and laugh or smile. Its like I’m sitting there watching myself from days ago or years ago.

Remembering what you wrote can allow you to remember not only who you were then, but who you want to be. Sometimes the moments of the past can do that. We as people go through transformations daily. We are forever and always reconstructing our identity because believe it or not, we are constantly changing.

The goal in life is to get better, wouldn’t you say?

Remembering what you wrote can help you understand the thought process of not only what you had, but the thought process of your own child. You can relate at a more personable level to remind you that you were once a child. At one point in time you thought like this and did this or you went through this and thought this way.

In those moments when they come to be, you don’t have to contradict yourself in teaching or disciplining in your child. You don’t have to condemn them for actions, thoughts and growing pains that they have because you as the parent went through it yourself.

History repeats itself and so you can witness similar mistakes and/or tendencies and still you can laugh because you know that, that was you at one point. I know not everyone has a child or children, but it is a unique analogy that demonstrates the value and purpose of remembering what you wrote.

It is much like practicing what you preach, but not all that you have written is about teaching. The ideas and concepts that you come up with or emotions that you had in a particular situation or a trial that you went through and you learned from it.

THIS IS YOUR LIFE.

Remember what you wrote not just for your self venting, motivation, encouragement and reinventing purposes, but remember what you wrote to help you help understand someone else and not according to you, but for them. Scenarios will never be exactly the same, but your lyrics, your writings, your poems, your short stories, your memoirs, your persuasion pieces, your diaries, your blog entries, your books, your songs and your side notes are references to not only your life, but a life and lives to be.

Think of it as grooming and molding. Remember what you wrote. Go back to the beginnings of your chapters. There will be pain, sorrow, happiness, joy, excitement, laughter and many other emotions, but it is your testimony of how far you have come. You went through and you came out. You created something and it was beautiful. You learned something and you taught it to someone else who needed to hear it and read it. You were down about something, but you used those words of yours to motivate and uplift morale. And it all came from what you wrote.

ALWAYS REMEMBER MY FRIEND.

-LeXXah Drew It-

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