CrossFit and Professional Difficulties

 

This was almost “The Lost Post” to be posted at a later date.  This post in a nutshell:

  1. My CrossFit experience
  2. Overcoming professional difficulties

As an educator, my summer is coming to an end and I am so excited for my new beginnings.

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Tanisha

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Mental/Physical Contamination

I expect/hope my post will become more frequent.  It is something about my mind that simply does not stop thinking as I tell my testimony. Although once a week is difficult to achieve, there are times something will pop in my head and I have to jot down notes or just want to have a whole conversation.  I will work on stopping in the moment and sharing those thoughts/feelings.

 

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Middle School-The School Perspective

Again, I would like to give a shout out to everyone who follows the blog.  THANK YOU for sharing it so that it may touch the lives of others.  I am really trying to ensure I have a connection with the most people because next week I will speaking on Middle School-The Home Perspective.

Also, to those who are wondering will I hold myself accountable for my own actions as I get older, the answer is YES.  In this story, I must tell you about my own personal, horrible decisions to give my testimony of how I overcame them.

Keep me in your thoughts/prayers!

Be Strong, Be You

Tanisha

Please Don’t Make Me A Hashtag 😢😠😧

So many emotions going through my heart, body and soul….

-I have never utilized my right to bear arms…I think now is the time.

-How do I continue to trust after being betrayed by those I tusted?

-Will those who love me, who aren’t black, support me if I unfortunately have to experience this type of loss in this manner?

-Why do people who look like me continue to die as though it is a sport?

-Will I or someone I know be next?

-Will this blog begin to soothe my son and my loved ones if something happens to me?

-What if that was my son crying for his his father on national tv?

-What if Trump becomes president? Will I have to fight to keep what “freedoms” I have?

-Am I actively writing my obituary through this blog?

-Dear God, I don’t want to be a hashtag.

-I dont want my son to see my death over and over on TV for the images to be seared into his memory for the remainder of his existence.

-How can I help my son live a “normal life” without sheltering him to keep him safe?

-I feel like I am doing my part in this chaos, but maybe I am not doing enough.

This is a jumbled mess. It is the jumbled mess that is beginning to keep me from sleeping at night. This is a moment where I have to mentally and physically be strong daily.

For me, stepping outside my door is becoming very overwhelming. It is so scary that my heart races and I become dizzy and sick to my stomach even within the walls of my home. It races not knowing what is next. I mean, I say I am prepared to die, but the truth is I DON’T WANT TO DIE JUST YET!

Suddenly, NOTHING is funny. This is real life. This is my real life. This is our reality.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak on my story this week. Stay prayed up and get your house in order, spiritually speaking. Keep me in your prayers. See you next week.

Be Strong, Be You.

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