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Walking down the street donning a gray t-shirt, wrinkled jogging pants, a sunhat blocking her colorful hair, mismatched socks (one of which was part of the getup they give you at the hospital) and cheap, slip-on sandals, she put her key into the gate that led to her apartment but dropped it while doing so - all of the contents of her bag spilling out and causing onlookers to laugh their behinds off. Sound like a comedy sketch or nah?
By society's standards, the person I just described might be ascribed labels such as "ghetto" or "hood rat" or "welfare queen," but she can also be ascribed college student, organization president, bomb poet - who's favorite spot is the Harold's Shack. The scenario I'm describing is not from a comedy sketch and not fiction (except the part about my purse spilling and onlookers laughing). This anecdote was based on a true story that happened on a very long Sunday.
As I was walking down the Chicago streets, I thought to myself, "I must look crazy." From the outside looking in, I was sleep deprived with the outfit, bags, and facial expressions to show for it. From the inside looking out, I was determined. Regardless of my current position, I have a vision of my future position.
The day before, I had sold yet another copy of my novel, which can be found in the store (shameless plug). After doing so, I was elated but also inquisitive. I thought to myself, "how can I continue to grow?" This applies to me being a business woman but a woman period; I was wondering how I could grow as a person.
I had sold the copy of my book to a fellow author after attending her very well-decorated launch party. While there, I had a visualization of where I could go - where I wanted to go. As I sat down and talked to her, she sold her copies of her novels like crack and signed each one with personalized messages to her friends and family who supported her. I was thinking to myself that I wanted that.
Yet, there was clearly some money behind her operation. From the extravagant party to the ensemble she donned, I could tell that someone had invested into her dream. For an author/entrepreneur starting out with no capital, it's a lot harder for me, but I appreciated that event. Not only was I able to sell a copy of my novel (which caused internal rejoice), but I was able to essentially see success in action.
It was all the more motivation to continue doing what I'm doing. Now that I've stood on this digital soapbox and given my tangent, I want to leave you, anonymous reader, with a charge. Go out there and be the best person you can be and don't let anyone tell you that your dream is worthless. Don't let your lack of money or connections or sales (tear, tear) deter you from the bigger picture. It's about you chasing your dream and building, even if that means that some days you'll look like you just rolled out of bed.
Let the days when your joggers are wrinkled, your socks aren't matching, and your bags are popping severely be building blocks for the days when your hair will be fleeking, your words will be speaking, and your haters will be peeking. To close, let's hear from the one who puts the "Mo" in "Mo's Mix":
Mo’s Mix has the core values of respect, integrity, dedication, and hard work. These core values are reflective of some of my own personal values. I chose them because I feel that respect, integrity, dedication, and hard work are at the forefront of success.
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