Every year, around this time, I feel it bubbling up—this mixture of gratitude and grit, joy and jitter, fire and fear. That “girl, what the hell are you doing?” moment creeps in right between the vision boards and the strategy sessions. It whispers in the silence before the next bold leap. Sometimes it screams when things don’t go as planned.
But just as fast as fear tries to shake me, God speaks louder.
He says: I didn’t bring you this far, teach you these lessons, stretch your heart, and sharpen your skills… for no reason.
That voice? It’s a divine interruption to my doubt.
There are moments I feel unhinged—like surely this doesn’t make sense. This path? These pivots? This purpose? It doesn’t always math. The calculations look fuzzy. The certainty isn’t in the spreadsheet.
But the grace?
The grace carries me.
There is no blueprint for being chosen to do work that’s never been done your way before. For knowing, without a doubt, that your voice, your hands, your strategy, your presence was crafted with intentionality. For knowing that what I’m building—yes, with all its questions and quiet victories—is bigger than me. It’s for my daughters. My sisters. For Caribbean women everywhere—across generations, across geographies.
That weight is real. That assignment is sacred.
Obedience is the only thing I can offer when the road gets foggy. Not because I’m unsure of my power—let’s be clear—I am the bomb. Always have been. There’s nothing I can’t learn, master, and elevate in a way that only I can. That’s not arrogance. That’s not ego. That’s fact. That’s faith in action.
And if someone mistakes that for cockiness?
I shake my head—sad for them. Because if you really knew the cost of this confidence… the internal rewiring, the soul-stretching, the unlearning, the relentless self-reminders that you’re not crazy—you’re called… you’d never question it.
This birthday, I’m not asking for clarity. I’m not even asking for ease.
I’m asking to keep walking—even when the map is missing.
To trust the gifts I’ve been given.
To use my voice boldly, strategically, and sacredly.
To protect my joy while I pursue purpose.
To serve well.
To live fully.
This is me—uncertain at times, but never unsure of who I am.
What a beautifully odd journey.
What a life.
What a God.
Happy Birthday to me- on the 19th of August