​There she goes, Summer with its hot days and plenty of sun. I watch the children in the streets looking like they don't have a worry in the world. I watch as the seasons begin to change. I feel autumn weather is coming. It is the time when the deciduous trees shed their leaves. The leaves change from green to red to yellow and sometimes brown before it is time to fall. 

​To be considered a millennial you would have to be born between the early 1980’s until the early 2000’s. By definition you would be narcissistic, always have a need to be treated special, over confident, extremely pressured, sheltered and conventional. Most of the cases studies for Generation X and Y were biased to only affluent white suburban children and when people of color (i.e. black, latino or asian) were asked how these traits pertained to them the response was they couldn't relate.

​It is 5:22AM.

​As a Black Woman, my mind has been on an emotional rollercoaster all week. I have found myself just looking around wondering how did we get to this point. Then I remember that America has truly never moved from the days of slavery, Jim Crow, Segregation, and the racial brutality from the 50’s or 60’s. Now, America just presents it to us in different forms. 

​Each year I begin with hundreds of overzealous thoughts that I will have everything put together for the new fiscal year... And yet, thirty plus years later I find myself again and again taking breaks and starting over. I have crippling Generalized Anxiety Disorder which leaves me with high blood pressure, migraines, panic attacks and a lot of irritability. So, to give myself a long laundry list of tasks is not even believable. Now here I am again (standing in the need of prayer) taking it One Thing at a Time: Baby steps at Thirty Something.

​Have you ever felt trapped or alone suffocating- gasping for air both literally or figuratively? 
 
Have you ever felt so disconnected from everything that you felt as if you no longer mattered, or that no one cared? Drowning in your own pain, struggling to understand your purpose and grasping for an understanding of self.