Thursday, January 27, 2011
You can’t tell a person’s net worth by the car they drive or the neighborhood they live in. Contrary to popular belief, there are probably more millionaires driving Buick’s and standing in breadlines than any segment of the population. I immediately felt dread for wearing something other than a jogging suit today when intuition told me I was being “sized” up as a potential mark. If sizing a person up is how you conduct business you should probably watch your step. I say this because today I had a very unpleasant experience. I am literally in line paying for some items when a “businessman” and I use the term loosely, thrusts a 5X7 advertisement in my face. This guy not only invades my personal space, he gets indignant because I had the audacity to visually express my annoyance. He hands me what I assume to be a sample of his “graphic design’ work. Now I’m no Picasso, but it was poorly done. Had this man approached me in a more professional manner, maybe I wouldn’t have felt such a strong desire to tear his “calling card” into shreds and toss it in the nearest trash can. I don’t subscribe to the idea that I necessarily owe one particular race of people my loyalty, my vote or my business simply because we share cultural traits. I believe many opportunities involving minorities are missed because expansion beyond a few square blocks never comes into play. Businesspeople that possess confidence don’t single people out based on race alone. Maybe it’s just me but I am truly annoyed by people who enter other business establishments and start “hustling” the patrons. So if I’m getting a relaxer in my hair I don’t want to be disturbed by “Pookie” selling me bootlegged DVDs, frost bitten meat, and mismatched tube socks. I also believe a lot of minority businesses fail because they aren’t thinking globally. Let’s face it; it’s hard to have a global mindset if your vision statement is “This Is How We Do It in Da Hood!”
You can be honest here no one reads anything I write. I am a lot quieter than my blog posts might indicate. I generally prefer silence over shouting, meditation over mess, and peace over problems. As I make my descent towards middle age I’m trying to do so by treading carefully in a world known for claiming bragging rights for everything. Whether it’s the Mary Kay Consultant, the Jehovah Witness, or the Girl Scout with her Thin Mints, do you ever get tired of how, when, where and why people approach you? Do you find that you have to mentally prepare yourself to be sold a “bill of goods’'? A couple of months ago I received a phone call from a well-known celebrity. Though I was humbled this person took an interest in my work, I didn’t use it as a chance to give a sales pitch about what God has gifted me to do. What God has gifted me to do will be obvious to most and overlooked by the rest. What I did do was listen to words of wisdom. I wrote some of those words down and I refer to them often. I’m not sure I possess that “killer instinct” everyone else speaks so fondly of. Maybe it’s because I’m not depending on luck, I am however, insisting on the Lord. I don’t feel the need to pounce on every person I meet with some great “business” opportunity. God doesn’t want me to rely on man’s platform, fame, contacts in my cell phone or business cards to open doors. I don't carry business cards because I trust God to place anyone assigned to my destiny in position! God wants us to trust His plan and trust that in due season, His purposes for our lives will come to pass.
"If you do build a great experience, customers tell each other about that. Word of mouth is very powerful." - Jeff Bezos
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Women in high heels always seem like they’re in a hurry to get somewhere. It is very hard to mistake the click clacking sound of a woman in high heels as she strolls down a city sidewalk. I don’t particularly care for shoes made to look like stilts, and I find it very hard to keep my balance in footwear that makes me feel like I’m riding an elevator. Have you ever wondered where a woman’s high heels take her? For most of my life, I had the displeasure of being compared to my older sister. I was always referred to as the “smart sister” while she was deemed the “pretty sister”. I wonder if this insensitive “labeling” was because she liked heels and I preferred the safety of a tennis shoe. Now has she progressed further in life because she wore heels? I don’t think so. Most women are busybodies but whether we’re productive in what we busy ourselves in is another shoe store altogether. For those of you who prefer heels do you look at the rest of us who prefer the closeness of the ground as dowdy or plain? Some women want to be fashionable and that’s perfectly alright with me. There are those who feel they have to look a certain way, dress a certain way, and talk a certain way to make a way. Women across the world are being strangled to death by a lack of positive self-esteem. The pressure isn’t necessarily coming from glossy magazine covers, but the enemy within.
Nothing crashes to earth louder than the people who fall from the platforms we place them on. Have you ever considered high heels as a platform, or just another means to an end in the constant pursuit of happiness? What’s wrong with average when Superwoman is not an always an available option? I mean we’re strong women for goodness sakes, nobody makes us do anything these days. We are trying to balance too much on shoes that have the potential to cause painful blisters. Have you found balancing your careers, families, bake sales, soccer practice, and the impromptu potluck harder in a pair of 6” heels? Don’t be embarrassed! Who made up the rule women had to do everything in stilettos anyway? Do your feet ever hurt from walking around disguised as perfect submission all the freaking time? I think we keep compact mirrors in our purses to remind us of how tired we are with subscribing to social standards of beauty. It’s going to be hard to maintain your balance on a sidewalk when you’re not willing to walk right before the Lord. God gives His precious Daughter’s a sense of balance. High heels make a lot of noise only if women insist on letting the world know where we’re walking. Some of us aren’t walking anywhere because we’re worried. Were worried about what the world thinks. So we try to spice things up, sex things up only to be seen. God isn’t expecting us to be sexy. God wants us to be saved. Some people may view you as dull, you’re not, you just shine differently that’s all. Whether its heels or flip flops, I believe God took painstaking care in making sure that none of His Daughters could ever be considered plain based on shoes.
“Humility keeps me on the ground, when your high heels give you cause to look down on me”-April Lashon