HOW IT ALL STARTED

If I didn’t define myself. for myself, I would be crunched into other peoples fantasies for me and eaten alive. — Audre Lourde

A (ahem) few years ago, I  found myself right where every college graduate hopes to be. I was blessed to have a job lined up in my career field and a start date set before I even walked across the stage to receive my diploma.

Everyone around me was super proud of me. So was I! I felt pretty good about myself considering my freshman adviser to me I would drop out of school, get pregnant, and not amount to much. [Shout out to all my haters. Wouldn’t have made it without you!]

I was living the “good life.” Monday through Friday I went to work, came home, took care of the kids, watched some TV, went to sleep, and woke up to hit repeat. Things were good. I was good. The kids had all the doo dads and trinkets they saw in the commercials. So, basically they were good. But, I wasn’t happy. I felt numb. I became distracted. Irritated. It got to the point where I was sitting in my car every morning in tears. Something had to change.

So, Being the introspective rock star that I am, I began to ask some tough to answer questions like…

How is it that I miss my children, even though I see them every day?
Why did I feel so defeated and downcast and dreadful about entering into the office doors?
What exactly is the “good life”, anyways?

Truth is that I was living the fallacy of the “good life.” I’d beat myself up saying, “Isn’t this the so called American Dream? Why can’t you just be like all the other normal people and be happy?” After careful thought and deliberation, I figured out I was living the American Dream. It just wasn’t my Dream. Then I had to ask…

What happens to a dream deferred?

HERE’S THE BOTTOM LINE

Sometimes, our journeys  through life causes us to strip away the most joyous, playful parts of our lives, only to leave behind all the responsibilities of adulting.

First off, I just want to say, boo for that ish!! Secondly, I say a change is gonna come!! If anything was going to change, it would have to start with me. I had to take better care of myself. So I did. I decided to TAKE care — SELF CARE.  But, Camielle…what does that look like??? Good question. In my journey, that means there is time to homeschool my amusingly awesome kids,  be a kick-ass social justice advocate, and a brilliant, bodacious BAWSE. This mindset is the essence of Care for Justus.

I wanted to create a place where I could have it all and encourage others to do the same. SO I DID. So often, I see women limiting themselves and settling for one or two things off their list of must haves. I say — If it is a must have, you can have. 

I’m here to help you reconcile your passion and promises not only to your family and your community, but ultimately to the self you always wanted to be.


You Ready or Naw ???