so, i guess my lyrical mission /
is that of any muslim or christian; /
spread the goodness his gospel thru the rhyme intervention. /
if rap was religion, i'd be a southern baptist. /
could never be a catholic. why? cause i don't appeal to the masses. //
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after taking the ILL hiatus, i'm back in the blogosphere with sights, stories, and nonsense to share. july of 2009 was the last time that i dropped a post and to be real, i was in a really special place at that moment in time. i had graduated from my second year of service at city year new york, developing, running, and ending the long island city young heroes program. i was working at ithaca college on their summer institute program from prefreshman students (and please believe that program has nary seen a staff as bomb as we were...just sayin). i was smitten by a young woman with whom i had never felt a connection to since many moons before. i was finna head home to queens, find an afterschool program to rock with, grind on my GREs, and then apply to graduate school with a fine woman that cared about me and start my adult life.
then my unfortunate reality kicked in, realness suffocated my plans and dreams and i returned to actuality. the night she and i had was just the magic of good food, a good movie, and two people that genuine feelings for each other that wouldn't balance a see-saw. she made moves, i had no job, and refused to be the most educated dude on the basketball court in rochdale. leeching off of my mother was not the move and i felt completely lost. i turned down a number of definite jobs because they didn't feel right and until that moment, i just followed what felt right to me -- that "The Alchemist" influence, i suppose. i committed myself to following the signs that would lead me to my Personal Legend and 2 weeks after that last post, i damn near gave up. but a sign presented itself.
her name is nicole and she legitimately changed my life for the better. she had reached out to my old supervisor at CYNY and wanted to see if i would be a good fit for a program manager position at city year boston. a program manager? me? the very thought was laughable -- me tryna build a team and set them up to be successful? me being responsible for the development of people no more than 3 years younger than me? me being the HNIC? nah. you're bugging.
but i had no reason to say no and the words of my man, d.mills, echoed in my head. "son, you need options out here. and city year is the place you can thrive in or take over depending on how long you wanna climb." i knew nicole, i trusted nicole, and i desperately wanted to be a part of young heroes again. so i applied, got the job, and moved to boston in a 9 day span. good thing i never really unpacked from my summer in ithaca.
that brought me to the second leg on my post-graduate / "adult" life, the leg i'm currently running on now. and that brings me to where this blog is finna go now. i've got about 2 years to fill in for you (yes, you the one person that actually reads this blog) and i'm going to do that while weaving in up-to-date ancedotes and thoughts. these past 2 years given me a ton of perspective -- i've hurt and been hurt, i've succeeded and failed, i fell in love and then realized that i fell for the wrong person. this life i'm leading is a process and hopefully this blog is gonna chronicle that process. i don't have a damn clue where i'm going or what i'm meant to do. i'm just following signs and doing what i feel is right because it hasn't steered me wrong yet.
so, there's gonna be more dimensions to this blog the...fourth...time around. my phone is smarter although i'm not, so i can drop more multimedia on this mug. there'll be some doodles and scribbles, every entry will still start with a clip of music that relates to it, and i'll be more deliberate about posting. the goal is once a week until i get comfortable generating enough content. real talk tho, i'm just not that fascinating of a person. perhaps that's not the best thing to admit on a blog...
either way, welcome back. grab a beverage you enjoy, keep an open mind as you scroll thru my thoughts, musings, and experiences, and above all send me your comments. if you comment, i'll reply (to any and every comment) -- i'm all about discourse.
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