This workshop I hosted was so good. I don’t know who got more out of it—the attendees or me. 🤔 I know my work is impactful because emotions run high and at the end, tears are traded for smiles and hugs. But this time, I almost shed the tears. I will always open up to my audience about my past but this stick note really tore me up. When I was a single mom trying to rebuild my life, I kept posting sticky notes on my bathroom mirror. I needed to never forget what I was doing it for. Who I was doing it for. Or that it wasn’t for nothing. And I was trying to not be too hard on myself. So, there’s a sticky note that reads, ”Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing the best you can.” And when I bought a house, it came with me, unbeknownst to me. Five years later, my husband finds it and sticks it back on our bathroom mirror. Maybe for me. Maybe for himself. But, I’ll never forget how I felt when I first wrote the message. And I’ll never forget where I came from. I can’t wait to do this again. ... to host another workshop, not the tears. 😉 Special “thank you” goes to my sis @bribarksdale for capturing this moment and supporting me though ALL of my things. 😘