Showers of Blessings in 2008

Showers of Blessings in 2008

As 2008 comes to a close, I would be negligent if I did not take the time to mention all the awesome things the Lord has blessed me with.  So since I’ve been here 27 years, I’ll highlight 27 things.

1. 4 degrees – I mean, wow, right?  I graduated on Monday with my second masters degree, and all my degrees, all in varied fields, are relevant to what I want to do/what I am doing with my life.  I was blessed with an affinity for learning, and I would never wish that away, no matter how much of a career student I’ve become!

2. A fulfilling job – Believe you me that I’ve had some less than likable jobs, but I was blessed with my current position at a firm who believes in the same ideals of urban health that I do.  And it’s not deliriously easy for me–this position keeps me challenged, and that’s imperative for a restless kid like myself.

3. Both my parents – Of course, my family is far from the Huxtables, but we’re perfectly imperfect.  My parents are two of the top reasons I have become who I am.  Their support and love and ability to let me be me, even if they have to watch me run into walls, have really been beneficial.

4. A house – I am a homeowner.  And I took advantage of a city program that has allowed me not to have suffered so much from this economic housing crisis that some of my neighbors have.  I spent all of 2004 searching for a home and found nothing.  The Lord has perfect timing.

5. A car that runs – While I ride the inefficient MARTA regularly, I still live in the South and would not be able to function fully without a car.  I paid my car off, hallelujah, last year, and my car is still in good condition.  Even though I had to get some brake work done this week, I am grateful to have my good ole Joi II.

6. More talent than I know what to do with – Sometimes, in weak moments, I tell myself that I’ve been cursed.  But clearly, I shouldn’t.  I have so many interests and talents and dreams, and I rest assured that the Lord has plans for all those things.  I just have to wait on his perfect timing.

7.  Friends – I have lost, and I have gained.  But for those who are around and support me and appreciate my support are heaven-sent.  Sometimes I wish I were more outgoing and friendly, but I have to applause those people who have accepted me for me and ask for nothing else.

8. Study Abroad – This year, I got to fulfill my dream of visiting Paris.  I was able to spend three weeks, visiting 4 countries–how cool is that?  So many memories, so many lessons, so many added dreams.  Life doesn’t get any better.

9.  My family at Thanksgiving – We usually don’t do a big pow wow for holidays, but this year, we had an unprecedented 10 at dinner on Thanksgiving.  Words can’t express how that made me feel to have them around.  Maybe I can entice more to come next year…

10. Friends on my bday – Before I moved to Atlanta, I had never had a real birthday party before, beyond my mom bringing a cake during lunch time when I was small.  This year, I not only had a game night/party that everyone enjoyed, but 3 friends went with me to NYC, where I also saw my line sister and friend and a couple of other friends.  It was an awesome time, and I’m ever so grateful.

11. A great social life – I’m invited to events regularly, and people know my name.  I’m well on my way to being a celebrity. 🙂 kidding, (kinda)!

12. Lots and lots of service – I really enjoy (most of the time) serving others, and this year I was able to participate in so many projects.  It’s always fulfilling to use my resources to help others.  I look forward to even more next year.

13. A pink and green DC – This summer I was able to attend my first sorority national conference, which also happened to be our Centennial Conference.  I’ve never seen so many AKA’s in my life.  It was definitely a memorable event, and I’m happy I was able to go and participate.

14. Smokie – I finally got the puppy I had been wanting for a year or so.  He’s such a sweetie, and I love going home to him everyday.

15. Health – While I don’t have pristine health, I’ve definitely been blessed to not have any serious ailments this year.  The Lord continuously helps me through rough times and is definitely a healer.

16. Visions of more time – During the latter half of this year, I finally started saying no to being overloaded.  In 2009, I will reap the benefits of sowing no’s all ovver the place.  I’ll have more time to take better care of myself and to delve into hobbies that I have ignored due to being so busy.  Goal #1: rejoin the choir!

17. My quirks – Sometimes it’s hard not being easily understood by other people, but at the end of the day, I think it’s a blessing.  I like me for me.  I’m not regular, and that’s a-ok.

18. Three grandparents – I still have them to learn from.  My mom’s dad and my dad’s parents are still alive, and I enjoy seeing them when I visit home.  And it’s such a blessing that my dad’s parents are still together, in love, and full of memories for me to listen to.

19. Great music – There have been some great CD releases this year and some awesome concerts.  From Raheem Devaughn and Jill Scott to Maxwell, I have seen some amazing artists rock the stage all year long.

20. Prevention of headaches, heartaches, and bodyaches – I am always grateful to the Lord for not even letting me deal with some situations and forcing off certain paths, sometimes despite me.  There are some situations that I can kinda see how they would have played out, from an ex that I thought I wanted to marry to almost getting hit by a drunk or sleepy driver earlier this week.  Then there are others that I’ll never know because maybe the Lord put me to sleep, causing me to miss some event or He gave me an alternative to some choice I was about to make.  Whether I was aware of the thwart of evil or not, I am happy for it and I pray for continued covering.

21. High standards – Some say I’m single because I’m too picky or because my expectations are too high.  But I have to believe that my sticking to my guns about ideals I was raised with will pay off eventually.  Nada don’t play with prolonged foolishness. 🙂

22. Lots of clothes – Ok, so my bedroom looks a mess because I have so many.  But I’m blessed to never have to worry about not having anything cute to wear.  And it’s amazing how I’ve come into my own sense of style since those tomboy days back in the 90’s…

23. Sustained relationship with my past employer – I am grateful to have made enough of an impression on the folks over at BLS to still be cool with my ex-coworkers as well as my former managers.  I’m happy that they were happy for me when i found my current employer and actually supported my decision to change jobs.  No burned bridges here!

24. Bigger, better dreams – I dream, and the more I dream and pursue those dreams, the bigger I dream.  And I will continue pursuing the impossible because when God puts a dream in you and you believe in Him and it, anything is possible.  I know there’s even more to come in ’09 and beyond.

25. A Democrat in the White House – No more Bush.  Nuff said!  But not only a Democrat, a person who has defied the odds and created hope in so many people.  I pray that people let activated hope propel them far in their dreams.

26. Healthy hair – My hair and I have been through some things.  I went from natural to relaxed this year and thought my hair was damaged forever, but with the help of the stylist I grew up going to and a new stylist near my house, my hair is looking and feeling as healthy as ever.

27. Sound mind – I ain’t no fool.  🙂  I may not process information the way others do, but I’m fully functional and fully ready to take on life as it comes!

I may or may not post again before 2009 commences.  Either way, sit down and think of what you’re grateful for, give God a special shout out, and start 2009 with a renewed sense of His presence in your life and a resounding hope that all your dreams are possible with a just a mustard seed of faith!  Happy New Year!

The Art of Saying No

The Art of Saying No

So… My name is Ranada, and I’m addicted to being busy.  The first step is admitting the problem, right?

Ok, ok, ok…  Busyness is not the real problem.  Why?  Honestly, I love my extacurricular activities.  The real problem is that I don’t always prioritize and say no to the bottom ones.  I just take it all on because I know at the end of the day, everything will work out.  So, I’ve been practicing saying no.  And I feel better (while a little guilty, but nonetheless better) already.

In 2009, (as I say every year lol) I will be working on a better me.  A less stressed me, who not only takes care of others, but of myself as well.  And of course my mom and mentor say that I will be of better service to other and have a higher demand when I’m at my best.  And I agree.  I just feel like I will be searching high and low for something to do.  But the reality is that I’ll still have plenty to do–just more time to do it.  No school, no new leadership roles.  That’s already a huge weight off as of Dec. 15 or so.  More personal activities.  More spending time with my Smokie.  More sleep (YES!).  More exercise…  More travel hopefully.  More time to sit on my deck and ponder the unknowns of the world.  More time to blog!!  Haha.  I’m looking forward to 2009.

Can Ranada create a better balance for her life?  YES I CAN! 😀

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Yes, I <3 Hill.

Yes, I <3 Hill.

Hillary Rodham Clinton did an awesome job last night in her Convention Address. She made me proud enough to shout from the rooftop that I supported her campaign. What befuddles me, though, is why anyone would expect anything less from her…

I’m on the Black List.

I’m on the Black List.

Last weekend, I shared with my mentor that lately I’ve been thinking that I want to drop out of all my activities and leadership roles and just be “normal.” Huh? Why? Because I just get tired of feeling unappreciated, unliked, lonely, stressed out, unsupported, etc. Heck, I’ve been told that I can’t expect to meet anyone and live happily ever after doing all that I do. Well, my mentor said to me that in EVERYTHING in life, there will only be 10% of the people involved working. And 10% is in my nature. But if I really want to try to fit in as a 90%er, I could try it, but he suspects I’ll be unhappy since I have the propensity to see problems and try to solve them. He said my best bet was to find other 10%ers to hang out with.

So as I was watching The Black List last night at the Woodruff Arts Center (by myself), I kept thinking to myself, wow I see myself in so many of these awesome people. How in the world do they do it?? And I kept looking at these old black men who spent their lives making a difference and wondered why haven’t I found one of those types of guys… Seriously, The Black List is a must see. From Toni Morrison sharing her view of finding her own little box where she could be free to be herself to Chris Rock and his idea that blacks will not have experienced equality until we can be free to suck to Al Sharpton and his opinion of how the disconnect happened between generations to Marc Morial and his view of the American Tragedy that was the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and how people want the city to be rebuilt without US to Colin Powell and his assertion that for 200 years we weren’t given the job because we were black so why does it matter that now we may be given the job because we are black–just do a good job, I was enthralled by this piece and so thrilled that I was able to make it. I came to tears at least twice, and I think it was more than my just having an emotionally rocky week. I think when I get down, God puts me in these types of atmospheres to give me enough hope to not give up. I do realize that I need to be more assertive about building relationships with people who are like me–that will be able to sympathize with me when I’m feeling the woes of leadership and to celebrate with me when I’ve won those small battles to which people don’t really pay attention unless they’ve been there. And because I am a strong-willed child of God, I need to learn how to use my strong will to further God’s will at all times, not just when I’m tired of trying to make a difference on my own and realize I need Him. I need to stop focusing on what I think is negative in my life and dwell on all that is positive. I mean, even though I’m not where I pictured I’d be at this age, I’m not doing too shabby in the grand scheme… So I’m going to take a retreat, rejuvenate, and get back to it. I am black, I am greatness, and I am destined for everything I’ve dreamed of and more.

Happy Friday!

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I’m Black in America

I’m Black in America

First, before I really get to writing my thoughts that stem from my viewing of CNN’s Black in America, I have to say GO LUPE! Lupe makes me proud–if I didn’t already have his albums, I would buy them after his interview last night. 🙂 Touch that young person, Lupe. 🙂

Ok, so while they touched many more pressing issues than they did in the first installment, I think the slant/focus was really off. First the good: I’m happy they highlighted the young brother who was trying his best to find a job and even used the hidden camera to show what he faced in that quest–that in some places black men with no criminal records were on the same playing field with white men with records. I was happy that they showed how genuinely happy he was when he was offered a part time job just because he would have a way to contribute to his household. I really appreciated them showing that black men are not all deadbeat lazy bums because we know better than that. I was also happy they interviewed guys in prison that really did want to get out and try to do better with themselves. I appreciated Michael Eric Dyson’s brother admitting that it’s not just the environment in which you grow up–it’s also about the choices we make. I need my young brothers (and sisters) to hear that. I appreciated Spike Lee’s interview as well.

Ok on to my gripes… It befuddles me why all the families highlighted last night who were “doing well” were light-skinned and well-integrated in the white community. No, CNN, I didn’t miss that.

While I know that many black people have found their way out by assimilating into what they perceive as white America, I know too many families that have done well without trying to be white under the illusion of exposing their kids to diversity. Last night highlighted a family with two successful black parents, one a judge–the first BLACK woman judge in the friggin state and an assistant superintendent of schools, who spent 10 minutes crying as he told his story of growing up in the one and only Little Rock Central High School and how he was treated. And you mean to tell me that it is okay for him to have moved to a neighborhood where he gets “occasional stares” (in your neighborhood, a stare cannot be occasional… they live there, so they stare every time they see you), a neighborhood whose residents called the cops on him because he’s a couple (and only a couple) of shades darker than they are, and not expose his kids to other black kids who are smart, can talk well, and who are in families grooming them for success. Someone said last night, that maybe there weren’t any other families. Excuse me? Gimme a break. There are plenty of black folks in AR, and not all of them are poor. And in a place where the Assistant Superintendent is black and a judge is black, I know good and gosh dern well, they aren’t the only black folks doing well.

Personal experience: I grew up in a white public school district. YES their academic program was much better than the black public school district in the area. There’s nothing wrong with wanting your kids in the best environment for learning. But part of the environment for learning is seeing people that look like you and knowing that you’re not an anomaly. It’s a parent’s role to make sure a kid knows who they are, how others see them, and how they are responsible for giving back to their communities when they can. If you don’t train a child for civic responsibility, how will they grow up to do so? If you don’t show a child that they have more opportunities than others and that once they take advantage of those opportunities, they should reach back and create opportunities for others, how will they decide that they should when they’ve “made” it? If we don’t instill a sense of community in our kids at an early age, can we really be mad when they grow up to be selfish individuals who don’t look at themselves as an important part of a larger group? Ok, sorry for that digression…

In the 4th or 5th grade, I came home after a weekend with my Odyssey of the Mind teammates (all white except one other student), and I asked my mom why most black people were lazy and why I was smarter. After explaining to me that that was a total fallacy and trying to mask her anger that my being treated as a token black was getting to me, my mom PROMPTLY put me in extracurricular activities that put me around other smart black kids. I participated in science programs at various HBCUs with other gifted kids from around the state, I went to Vacation Bible School at my own church and at the church of one of my mom’s friends. I was in a black Girl Scout troop. My mom took me to Gateway and Salvation Army on holidays to help serve the unfortunate. That undoubtedly has contributed to my desire to give back my community, to leave it better than I landed in it. School is not our only means of education. And if it is, it can be quite dangerous. I could have grown up thinking that I was an exception–that the black folks around me were inferior and that all they needed to do was try a little harder. It maddened me last night to see that out of 3 boys, two were with white girls and the other was in jail… And I’m trying my best not to think that CNN had an underlying message there. As much time as they spent on black men during the black women segment, I don’t get why they couldn’t integrate black women in last night’s segment. Can we just acknowledge beyond showing a picture or two that there are black men out there that want and find black women to build their lives with?

Why didn’t they spend more time highlighting the black “power couple”? During the first installment, they did a better job of celebrating the black family–highlighting the couple that owned the construction company together and were raising their kids to value education. With this family, they said what they did as they were talking about the individual members of the family, then went on without exploring why this black “power couple” didn’t encourage their sons to find women like their mom. I don’t have a problem with interracial dating in general. But I do have a problem with people raising their kids to think that the white man’s ice is colder…

So, after the show, we had a brief discussion. I watched the series with a group of young professionals, and one thing that bothered me was the constant gripe about how CNN was not showing our lives, that of “middle class black America,” all the while acknowledging that we’re the minority of our minority population… I believe CNN (and my friend Dionne) did a good job of highlighting the spectrum. I mean for goodness sake, they showed entrepreneurs, they showed a Harvard economist, they showed that Hollywood single girl, they showed my future friend, Michael Eric Dyson, a professor. Come on. There’s no way they should have spent 4 hours of America’s time talking about black people who think they’ve “made it.” As long as the majority of my people are living without access to affordable health care, access to jobs, access to fresh food and are living check-to-check (which some of us self-proclaimed yuppies are doing as well), then I applaud anyone who wants to educate America, and remind those of us who think we’ve arrived, about our plight. They showed my mom, who works more than one job to make it. They showed my nieces and nephews, who are undoubtedly a part of the phenomenon of test scores lower than those of third world countries. They showed how Crack (versus Cocaine) has had an effect on our community. The documentary for me serves as a reminder. A reminder that the movement should not be over. That we still have a ways to go. That we have not made it and that we need to reach back and do our part to help us all move forward. Someone asserted that this documentary just serves to continue to project negative images of black people. I highly beg to differ. What would be the purpose of a skewed documentary showing the good life of blacks? To make people in America really think that we’ve come a further way than we have? To add to our false sense of security? To add to the rift between members of our own race? No, we need to see the reality and see that it’s not all self-induced. That we are still suffering from our past. We cannot make a difference under a national broadcast of the illusion of success. I hope that YP’s think about what they saw, and focus on what we can do about it rather focusing on why it wasn’t swept under the rug. It is a reality that we have to face if we want solutions.

I really appreciated the Clark Atlanta professor who shared his thoughts about the actual solution. So many times we hear why we need to find the solution, but people rarely talk about strategies. He stated that we need to start now steering the direction of the newest generation as the current young generation has already been steered to a certain extent. It is my fear that the rift between those who are doing well and those who are not is widening beyond comprehension. He said we need to wipe out some of this institutional programming guiding our young people and we need to get back to the basics so that we can reinvent ourselves. It’s time to figure out how to move back into community-thinking and not just me,me,me-thinking. Sigh, we have a long road.

I’ll be back with my take on being part of the 45% of black women who have never been married…

Back to Black

Back to Black

Ok, so I disappeared.  I know, I know.  I used to be an avid blogger until I realized that my “friends” were relinquishing their friend duties and just attempting to keep up with me via my blog.  Then I realized people I discarded from my life were still in a semblance of the know because of my blog.  So I slapped a password on it and eventually stopped writing.  So I’m trying to start anew, keeping as many of my intimate thoughts within as possible.  But when I get to typing…

🙂  So much has happened since I got back from Europe.  And I know I still have stories to tell about that experience, so I plan to do flashbacks. 🙂  I just got back from a week-long trip to one of my fave cities in the States, D.C. I went for the coveted Centennial National Conference of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.  If I ever thought I had seen a sea of pink and green before last week, I was sorely mistaken!  At regional conferences and my first Leadership Conference, I had only seen lakes.  We absolutely took over the District of Columbia last week.  At about 23,000 ladies, you couldn’t turn your head without seeing some shade of pink or green or more likely, a combination.  I am so happy to be a member of the first greek-lettered organization for black women.  Celebrating 100 years, I was able to see sisters from my past and present, and I was able to meet really sweet sisters that hopefully I will bump into again.  My only personal regret was not getting to meet my pen pal of 4 years!!  In the same city, and we still haven’t seen each other.  She lives in Delaware, and except for 2 emails, we’ve never corresponded outside of good ole-fashioned snail mail. 🙂

Of course, as conferences go and as groups of more than 2 go, there were points of contention.  But overall, I enjoyed myself, and I can’t wait to attend another national conference.

To maximize my time in D.C. and to maximize the worth of my airline costs, I also represented Atlanta as I attended Mississippi on the Potomac, an annual fundraiser hosted by the Washington Metro chapter of Tougaloo Alumni.  As I did last year, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, fellowshipping with other alumni and friends of my beloved alma mater and helping out where I could.  It also gave me a burst of enthusiasm for my own chapter.  The new fiscal year has begun, and I have my eyes on making this, my second term as president, a memorable and successful one.  We will put Atlanta on the map this year!!

Well, I have much work to do.  Between my new job, school (yes, I’m in a class solely because I was interested in learning, not because I need the class to graduate, never thinking about the fact that I was adding to my already loaded plate), AKA, Tougaloo, and my upcoming housewarming party for which I’ve not begun preparing, I’m swamped.  But I’m going to try to share my thoughts and opinions and stories more often. 🙂  Oh, and if anyone is giving away cutesie pie puppies, your girl is in need of a companion.  Until next time…

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

After a couple of days of readjusting to my time zone, I’m back in Atlanta and the real life of Ranada.  I’ve posted two entries I hand-wrote.

I’m already comparing everything to Europe, particularly Paris.  For instance… the train system.  I’ve always said that MARTA is a disgrace to public transit systems and that it is in dire need of regionalization, but having to wait for TWELVE minutes for a south bound train yesterday to get from the dentist and go only three stops back down to my job, I suddenly wished I was back in Paris again, where I never waited more than 5 minutes for a train and I could get across town without issue, let alone a couple of miles down the friggin street.

My sorors welcomed me home with Popeye’s, pasta salad, booze (lol cuz I had access to plenty of that in Europe), spicy rotel dip, fruit, and cupcakes.  That was very nice and made me feel special. 🙂  Tuesday I took myself to see Iron Man, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and I got a shot of creamy crack to make my hair more manageable.  Yesterday, I got a mani and pedi. And I’m going to be able to go home to visit the family in a few weeks.  So all is grand in Ranada Land. 🙂

Ramblings from the Road

Ramblings from the Road

Dear Diary,

Today was another good day in Paris.  I absolutely, positively love it here.  This morning we did a walking tour of Montmatre, the artsy fartsy part of town (as if the city couldn’t be more art-filled!).  I saw where artists such as Picasso, Toulouse-Lautrec, and Van Gogh lived and worked.  I saw the still-poppin’ red light district, including the Moulin Rouge (although I couldn’t go inside b/c I’m still a not-rich dreamer).  The tour guide said it looks exactly like it did back then inside and that it costs between 79 euros and 179 euros to get in now.  Wow!  I saw a street where houses cost $1,000 per meter or something crazy like that.  Whatever it was, it translated to a place about the size of my townhouse cost $1,550,000.  CRAZY!! 

I saw a beautiful cemetery where ivies were in abundance (ok, ok, ivies are in abundance all over Paris but still).  The most memorable thing about that is the headstone/bust on the grave of the psychiatrist of the singer named Davida.  He designed it so that he seems to watch you as you walk past him.  Creepy.  A head doctor effing with people’s heads forever more, go figure!

The music here is awesome.  In front of the basilica we passed, we heard the sounds of an accordion, then a violin.  Then I had an omelette fromage and a crepe avec fraise et glace vanille.  Yum.  my. 

After a full day of roaming and wandering, I’m convinced that I have to come back and spend some more time in Paris.  Visiting the museums leisurely, reading books I never knew existed like Le passe-muraille by Marcel Ayme, which is about a disgruntled government worker who discovers he can walk through walls and gets stuck in one after awhile).  There is a dedicated monument to the author in Monmatre of him stuck in the wall.  I think I could take a Ranada Renaissance sabbatical right here in Par-eeeeeeeeeee.  Find a room somewhere like the artists did. 

Something else I’ve been pondering today.  Maybe it’s okay for people to think I’m different or crazy. Pretty much all of the artists except Picasso were crazy, certifiably.  I don’t want to be certified crazy, now, but for real, these “loonies” are considered geniuses and fathers of entire artistic styles and movements.  So maybe crazy just contributes to genius.  Or maybe genius is so genius that it seems crazy at the time.  I’ve already pondered this many times.  It takes guts and prolly a couple of screws loose or just lack of concern about public opinion to be different and “revolutionary.”  The beginning of the revolution never seems glamorous or the next big thing.  Heck, a lot of trailblazers don’t even get recognized until they’ve been dead longer than they were alive.

Well, one more full day in Paris.  I can’t believe my trip is coming to an end.  It was definitely worth my while and worth my entire annual leave bank, lol.  I have learned more than I can ever blog about, although I’ll keep telling trip stories on here until I’ve run out.  People say when you travel to Europe, your life forever changes.  It’s true.  The way of life is different.  I can count how many SUV’s I’ve seen, but I can’t tell you how many Smart cars I’ve seen.  The waitresses don’t rush you at restaurants.  They expect people to lounge and talk and stay for awhile at meals.  When people here say they speak “only very little English,” their skills are MUCH better and extensive than when I say “Je parle Francais un peu.”  Kids get to take field trips to Versaille.  Well, diary, I’m getting quite sleepy.  Until next time!