Happy Monday!

I use to feel ashamed of my parents being addicts. I’d never speak about them.

Ashamed of having 5 kids at 21. I lied about my age.

Ashamed of having only having a GED at the time. I knew I was smart but still felt inferior.

Through reflection, candid conversations with my mirror and a lot of hard work on, still in progress,

I realize, the things that I felt shame for were only chapters.

That the beginning and ending were not up to me.

I can only work the middle of my story.

My story is my passion. Where a person comes from doesn’t dictate where they will go and how much they will grow.

Bad experiences equal experience to make better decisions.

Founder/Principal of Diversity Forward Talent Solutions and OutNSocial