This September will be my 7 year wedding anniversary. As many of you know I grew up in church my whole life and am a bonafied church girl. I always knew I wanted to be married and knew that I would not be married to someone that was not also a believer. 2 Corinthians 6:14 admonishes us to “not be unequally yoked with unbelievers.” Many of us that were raised in church had this scripture drilled in us. To ensure we were aligned with the scripture we try and find someone that is also a believer, attends church and is filled with the Holy Ghost. This is a wonderful and necessary foundation. The trouble is, sometimes we stop there.

In almost 7 years of marriage I’ve learned the importance of being equally yoked in more ways than one. Yes both of you may be Holy Ghost filled; but are you equally yoked when it comes to finances, childrearing, drive and ambition? Not being equally yoked in some of the aforementioned things can be the foundation of a marriage filled with frustration.


Let’s start with finances. I was blessed to find my equal when it comes to money. We are both awesome when it comes to saving. I can be a bit more of a spendthrift than my husband but are attitude about money is the same Imagine being unequally yoked with someone that can not save money to save their lives. Money is one thing we have NEVER argued about. The only disagreement I can remeber about money was early on in our marriage. Looking back we weren’t making what we’re making now and had to be careful with our spending. I wanted an occasional date night, nothing fancy just dinner and a movie. My husband however would remind me that even though dinner and a movie would not have broken the bank at that time. it was not the best thing to be spending our money on. Those conversations were annoying to have but I was always grateful that I didn’t have someone I had to hide money from because they did not understand the value of money like I did.

Family Boundaries

Being yoked with someone that shares an understanding of the importance of boundaries is such a blessing. When coming together with someone as a union, you both bring different family dynamics to the table. Your family structure you will create with your spouse will be heavily influenced by your own upbringings. Sometimes merging those 2 worlds together can be a challenge and even an area of contention. One of you may have a harder time than the other when it comes to “leaving and cleaving” while the other does not. Understand and examine your future spouse’s family system and the role they play in their family. Enmeshed (no boundaries between members of the family) and rigid (discouragement of individuality and independence) family boundaries may be a way to forecast how these types of relationships will impact your marriage. You may find yourself questioning where you fit in with your spouse if you both do not agree and DEMONSTRATE that you put each other first.

Drive and Ambition

Drive and ambition may be the makings of a complimentary relationship. However if you are more ambitious and driven than your spouse you may begin to feel a push and pull that makes both of you uncomfortable. Joining in matrimony with someone that is content where they are while you are ambitious and don’t feel you are where you want to be yet may cause you to feel you are always pulling things along. You may feel you tire easily of always being the one that has the “vision” for the family. In turn you may cause your partner to feel pushed. Pushed into something they don’t want and feeling that nothing they do is ever good enough. Matching each other’s drive can help with the foundation of a harmonious future.

I’m not suggesting you have a list so long the only man that can meet your requirements is Jesus himself. I am recommending however you take a really good look at your list. Select your top 3-5 things you desire in a spouse. Make sure whoever you choose they are equally yoked with you in those areas and that you are ALSO able to show up in those areas for them. Ensuring you are equally yoked in more ways than one is you doing yourself a favor.

It is coming up on almost a full year since I have entered the doors of a church building.

Many have found streaming or joining Zoom calls for their weekly spiritual feeding as an only option has not been enough. Going to a physical building for worship has been apart of many of our lives since we can remember. We love the community, we love the music, we love the feeling of being connected. Many pastors were faced with difficult decisions to keep the doors of their churches closed. Church as we know it has changed.

Across the country, churches have opened their doors and have have begun returning to their places of worship. I have to admit this saddened me. While there are some pastors that are genuine and made this decision from a sincere place, others have rushed back for different reasons.

I was disheartened to hear a snippet of a message from a pastor that was condemning those that celebrated Christmas. While I fully respect what a person chooses to believe or practice, his message did not sound like it was delivered in love. Nor did it feel he came from a place of sincerely wanting to educate his parishioners as to why he had chosen not to celebrate Christmas. Again, it was just a snippet so I am unable to give full context.

It is my guess he is one of those leaders that used cute quotes such as “faith over fear” to cause his followers to question their own faith because they have chosen to exercise caution. I digress. Too many churches across the country are filled with people week after week that are subjected to abusive rhetoric and abusive delivery. This unfortunately begins to work it’s way into a person’s spiritual identity; and the voice of God starts to sound less and less like one of love and grace.

The gift of social distancing afforded us the opportunity to check in to ensure we are in a good place spiritually when we are not able to be validated in a church setting. For those that needed it, we have been able to repair and align our hearts and minds to ensure we are aligning with God’s. Sometimes you may not know you are being spiritual abused until what you are used to is stripped away. It is my prayer that as people begin returning to church, that there is not an undoing of any spiritual progress that may have been made during their time away. It is my prayer that one’s spiritual identity is not predicated on the approval of pastors or the position or rank we may hold in our local assemblies.

I’m happy for those that have not experienced anxiety being away from church and realize your spiritual autonomy remains in tact regardless of where you are worshipping.

During my time away I have been able to see ways in which I could exercise more love and patience. I have observed ways in which I needed to be better about showing compassion and grace. While I have not gathered weekly with those I was used to seeing so often, my relationships with those I have genuine connections with has not waivered. I’ve accepted the gift of spiritually social distancing and found that I am better for it.

You ever heard the saying “It takes a village to raise a child? I propose that that village is not just for the child but for the ones responsible for rearing that child.

Yesterday my oldest son’s godmother offered to take him AND his brother. Dad and I were worn thin! lol. I’m a boy mom so I can only speak from a place where I have experience. Little boys have A LOT of energy. They are “on” from the time they open their little eyes until they are tucked in sleeping peacefully.

All things considered I count my blessings everyday for my babies. They are active and vibrant, not tethered to a machine depending on it for life, they are hitting developmental milestones and thriving. This is not about boasting for me because I realize that in a moment this could all change. If it’s one thing 2020 taught me, it is that my family is not exempt from ANYTHING. We are not as in control of our lives as we think we are. Although I am often exhausted and question if I am doing a good job as a mom, I realize that I am blessed.

I’m able to be the parent I am because of those that so freely give to my family. My son’s godmother had no idea how much of a blessing taking my boys for a few hours was to my husband and me. We could have used the time to clean and knock out some household task we had been putting off (that laundry by my bed STILL needs to be folded!) Instead we went to our favorite crab leg spot in Richmond and came back and just enjoyed each other’s company. We were able to get through grocery shopping without having to keep 2 little ones entertained the whole time. Yall!!! We were later able to eat Sweet Frog AND Chick Fil A IN PEACE!

Although small things they played a huge role in helping us replenish and restore the energy we’d need for the start of a new week. I think about how western societies are not as collectivistic as those in other parts of the world. We don’t have as strong of a sense of community here. I don’t know that we always have a village like mentality and that leaves many of us feeling alone, not supported, and like we are left to figure things out on our own.

If you are an auntie (not limited to biology), uncle, friend, godparent or any form of support and you help to relieve the parents in your lives from time to time I’d like to say on behalf of parents everywhere THANK YOU!!! Thank you for being apart of our village.

For those that are like me and can count on one hand how many people you trust your children with..I get it. There’s nothing wrong with that. However, as you grow comfortable don’t be afraid to grant yourself the gift of support.

Many of us are rattled by the outcome of the Breonna Taylor decision. As a black woman what does this mean for me? This is triggering as it brings me back to the day I heard about the death of Sandra Bland. We were not as used to hearing about the lives of black women being taken while in the hands of law enforcement. She was a young black woman. Not that much older than I was. It really hit home for me, that I was not exempt. Had a come across someone that felt I didn’t have the right to ask questions for clarity or for my own safety, that could have been me.

Black women are often seen as feisty, having an attitude, or overly opiniated. Unfortunately, we live in a world where our value is attached to these stereotypes. We are looked at as less than and people not worthy of justice.

It is natural to become emotional when the constant reminder is ever before you that your life does not matter. Breonna’s life mattered. Sandra’s life mattered. Atatiana’s life mattered. Fatigue settle’s in and you get tired of the hashtags, tired of the thoughts and prayers, and tired of being angry. What do we do with this pent up emotion, frustration, and weariness?

For my own self care, finding different ways of coping with these tragedies have become imperative. I have learned there is more than one way to fight. Sometimes we can become overwhelmed and feel like change is not going to come. The issues seem insurmountable and bigger than we are. Our contribution to the fight seems like it won’t even matter.

Don’t feel this way. EVERY. LITTLE BIT. HELPS!

You may be asking yourself, “what can I do?”

If you are skilled in written communication use that, if you are an awesome orator, use that. If you are skilled in creative communication use that. We are not all designed to fight the same way. It can be easy to feel like you are not as effective as someone protesting; but this fight, our fight NEEDS what you have. Hone in on what you are good at and do that. It’s okay to be emotional but don’t let it be for naught. Your contribution to the cause matters.

There is more than one way to fight!

Do it for Breonna! Do it for Sandra! Do it for Atatiana!


  1.  Sometimes love just isn’t enough.

Love with no commitment makes for weak bonds for a marriage.  In the last 6 years we have been through enough to know that if it were not for our commitment to each other we may not be here today.  Rings, engagement photos, and bridal showers are all cute; but when you are in the trenches none of that stuff really matters. 

2. No one really changes; but there should be some growth.

Sometimes we say we want our spouses to change, when what we really mean is we want them to grow.  In no way do I ever want my husband to change.  If he were to wake up tomorrow and was a completely different person in the same body I may not be too fond of that person.  I want the goofy, caring, loving, sweet man I married.  What I do appreciate are the opportunities he has taken to grow. 

3. Kiss More!!

At times kissing can be more intimate than sex.  It allows for a deeper connection because it causes both people to slow down and be intentional about being in each other’s space.  In that moment each person  is making the other their one and only priority.  Early on in relationships a shared kiss (especially if it is the first ) is special.  Sometimes going back to the basics is just what the doctor ordered.

4. There are times doing what’s best for the marriage doesn’t always feel good to the individuals.

As a person that has studied marriage and family therapy I have learned more than anything the importance of individuality and autonomy.  It’s easy to get lost in your role as a husband or a wife and you lose yourself.  However, there are times you have to do things for the health and wellness of the marriage.  For example, setting boundaries with family members outside of your marital system may not be comfortable for you.  If failure to set and maintain boundaries has been to the detriment of your marriage you will have a decision to make.  No one likes to feel they are giving up anything; but sometimes adjustments are needed for a successful marriage.

5. Sometimes you just gotta let stuff go.

I’ve never appreciated the phrase “pick your battles” more than have being married.  Small moment of transparency here.  Sometimes I have a hard time letting things go.  In particular, if it is a situation where I am more than confident, I am right!  In the end it doesn’t benefit anyone to continue pressing an issue where there is no resolve.  Sometimes you have to find the peace in just letting things go.  Not everything requires a deep dive or detailed explanation.  JUST. LET. IT. GO.

6. You should find at least one thing to laugh at everyday.

As we have grown together I’ve seen how we now find a lot of the same things funny.  In my humble opinion, between the 2 of us I am the funniest. LOL.  I introduced my husband to King of Queens and his life has never been the same.  Just like kissing, comedic relief also makes for a deeper connection.  Some of the best marriages are made up of 2 people not taking themselves too seriously.  The best arguments are those that end in spontaneous laughing.  It shows just how shallow arguments can be. 

The summer progressed and we were getting closer.  Not officially dating yet, we were enjoying getting to know each other.  I still couldn’t believe we were hanging out.  Did he really like me the way I had liked him?  Still guarding my heart and feeling somewhat nervous around him, I decided I would just be in the moment and not overthink anything.

My birthday weekend rolled around and we celebrated with some friends with a trip to Kings Dominion.  As it grew closer to the park’s closing time our friends began leaving and it was just him and me.  We were sitting near the entrance waiting on my brother to come out.  Things were a bit awkward which I thought was strange because between the two of us, he was usually the more relaxed one.   We sat in silence for a little while and all I can remember is the stifling humidity and wishing my brother would hurry up. There was an anxious energy that I had only  felt from Keith one other time before (when he initially asked me on a date).  “Did you have fun?”, he asked. I nervously told him “yeah”, not knowing what his next words would be.  The details get a little fuzzy here, but I remember he took his time and asked me in so many words if I would be his girlfriend.   All I can remember next, was a flood of emotions that I could not sort out.  Sure I had high school crushes and flirted here and there; but I had spent all of my teen years avoiding getting close to guys so I would not have to be asked this question.  What was I supposed to say?  What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to act once my brother finally came out? What would my dad think?  My mouth got dry, my heart was racing and I nervously said “Yeah.”  He seemed both relieved and happy.  Relieved that he had finally asked the question and happy that I agreed to be his girl.  Were we now a “couple”?  LOL.  Poor little 18 year old me was all alone in my head.  Completely overthinking EVERYTHING.  He asked me how I felt and if I was happy.  Unsure how to respond and still very anxious, I gave the rudest response a new girlfriend could give to her new beau.  I turned to him and said, “Yeah, what do you want me to do?  A back flip?”  *insert face palm here*

Of all the responses on the planet why did I have to say that!?  Thankfully he took it in stride and decided he wouldn’t write me off just yet.  The whole way home I was full of anxiety.  Wondering if I had made the right decision agreeing to be his girl.  I started questioning everything.  Should I have consulted God first? Am I doing the right thing?  It was a pretty quiet ride on the way back. I can remember him turning his music down occasionally to check on me, making sure I was okay.  He had no idea the war going on inside my head.  Looking back now I am able to see that while it is beautiful that someone my age would want to acknowledge God with such a decision, I took myself through way too many emotional changes.  Rather than being relaxed and at ease, I felt God did not approve and that HAD to be the reason for all the anxiety I was feeling.  Not sure how or why I pinned the reason for my angst on God.  Rather than just understanding this was something new for me and that may have explained the anxiety, I made it super spiritual.  If you’ve read my blogs How my Human Sexuality Course Challenged my Spiritual and Religious Attitudes or Hey Church Girl you know by now early in my life I found it difficult to rest in God.  I often made things more difficult than they had to be.  This was something fresh and new with a great guy and I robbed myself of something beautiful because I became my own God.

Rather than being filled with anticipation to see my new boyfriend the next morning, I tossed and turned all night. Wrestling with my thoughts and anxious feelings made for a restless night.  Sunday morning was getting closer and closer and I was contemplating every way I could avoid him the next day at church.  

My family was traveling down to Atlanta for T.D. Jakes’s Megafest.  This conference was apart of our family vacation that year.  I’d managed to get through the entire Sunday service and not make contact with Keith.  He called me to say that he had missed seeing me and had hoped to see me before I left for vacation.  While on the phone with him I acted like a complete weirdo.  I didn’t know what to say so I made up something stupid as to why he hadn’t seen me.  He had no idea I was actively hiding out in the church building, watching from afar until I was sure he was gone.  Thinking back now I would not have blamed him if he chose to end things and moved on with someone a little more “sane”. 

We stop in North Carolina and I am going back in forth in my head on what I should do.  Do I call this guy and tell him I couldn’t be his girlfriend? What reason would I give?  Would he understand if I told him it was God that told me to end things with him?  When and where would I have a private place on this trip to call and talk to him about how I was really feeling?  I reached in my back pocket, pulled out my little red LG flip phone, scrolled to his name in my contacts and began drafting a text.  I send him a message that contains the 4 dreaded words no man wants to hear “We need to talk”.

It was the summer of 2005.  Mario’s Let Me Love You, Mariah Carey’s We Belong Together, and Chris Brown’s Yo ( Excuse Me Miss) were all radio hits.  The final season of the Newylweds (which I am STILL devastated about) had aired.  I’d just graduated high school and started my first job.  Before I graced the campus of THE Virginia State University, I had finally been asked out by my long-time crush. 

He was tall, dark, laid back and most of all respectful.  I’d had a crush on him for years but played the “big brother/little sister card”.  Some of you KNOW what I am talking about.  That one guy that may have been in your circle that you were crushing on. Unsure how he felt about you, you played it cool and called him your “brother” or my personal fave “best friend”.  Anything was better than nothing.  Never being the type to be forward or one to “shoot my shot”, I let those feelings linger.  We’d known each other most of our lives growing up in the same church; but never had anything more than a few exchanges of laughs. 

One night after a church service he had asked me out.  I was caught COMPLETELY off guard and thought that he was joking around.  He had never expressed an interest in me nor dropped hints that he may have liked me in any other way than the “big brother/little sister” dynamic I had fostered.  Feeling uncertain about how serious he was I laughed it off and never gave a real response.  A week or so passed and he asked me again. Maybe he was serious the first time after all.  We picked a Friday and decided he’d pick me up from work.

Yall! I was nervous as can be.  Growing up in a house with a father that was present caused my dating experiences to be limited.  He never technically said I couldn’t date.  Just assuming the answer would be  “NO” I never bothered having the conversation with him.  In high school there was no dating, no one was taking me out, I tried my best not to get close to any guys so I wouldn’t be asked out on a date and have to tell them no.  Asking my dad if I could go on this date had me shaking in my boots.  The only reason I was probably even allowed to go was because my father knew he came from a good home and knew his family.

I remember it like it was yesterday.  That entire night before and all day at work I was so nervous my stomach was in knots.  He arrived at my job.  I opened the car door and the smell of Curve cologne greeted me as Bobby Valentino was playing.  He could definitely sense my anxiety but I do not know if he knew this was my first time ever going on a date.  I’m sure he did his best to make me feel comfortable but I found it hard to be as relaxed and laid back as he was. LOL.

This was something new for me and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel…

It wasn’t until I was in high school I had the words to describe my quiet introspective nature.  Most of my life up until that point I was always called “quiet” or “shy”.  I hated mixed company and meeting new people but enjoyed my own company and had a very active imagination.  I was an introvert; but did not know what that would mean for me as I advanced through life.

While extroverts typically recharge from being around others and may often be seen as the life of the party, introverts sometimes find it hard to find their place in the world.  Not until recently more and more corporations are acknowledging and becoming more aware of the value that their introverted associates bring to the table.

Extroverts are often more readily received because they do a good job of making others feel comfortable. Introverts are often misunderstood for being stuck up, distant, not approachable, and the list goes on and on.  For most introverts this is not the case.  Yes we may like to work independently, and often prefer our own company over being in the company of others at times.  This does not mean however that we don’t care for others.

What does all of this have to do with being a mom….who just happens to be introverted?? Glad you asked.

Early into the stay at home order due to  COVID-19 my husband and I made the decision to bring our boys home from daycare.  I knew it would be tough but I didn’t know just how tough.  Immediately, we understood how important a schedule would be if we would make it having a 3yr old and 16 month old home ALL DAY…EVERYDAY.  Not wanting them to fall behind we did our best go over what we thought kids their age would probably be learning if they were still in daycare.  We were doing all of this while still attending to our work responsibilities between calls and Zoom meetings.  It was exhausting!

I often found myself irritable, fatigued, and looking forward to their nap time.  My boys were not “being bad” but they were certainly being busy.  Between my 3 year old thinking he was Miles Morales re-enacting the Spider Man movie (…which had very good representation, if you haven’t seen it I’d certainly recommend it.) for the 300th time and my youngest finding every single thing he possibly could to get into I was running out of steam.

It was so easy to take for granted the services child care provides when it is on you to be the mom, the chef, the teacher, etc.  As the weeks rolled on and COVID not letting up there were moments I felt I was at my wits end.  There did not seem to be an end in site.  I just needed some relief.  There was no break.  Even with a pretty sold schedule in place it was hard.  I was DEPLETED!  I started wondering if there were any other moms feeling how I felt or if I was a horrible mom for having these feelings.

Somewhere between me sobbing in the bathroom and making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the 100th time it donned on me. Just because I became a mom, that did not mean I stopped being an introvert.  How I was hardwired did not take a backseat to my role as a mom.  Moms pour out a whole lot.  We give even what we don’t have often times.  Because introverts recharge differently than others, if we are not given an opportunity to escape and be alone we start to crack.  Parents don’t always get the opportunity to be alone especially with very young children.  Having someone to depend on you for everything can take every ounce of what you have.

Once I came to this realization I started being a little more lenient with screen time and we put the boys back in daycare a few days a week.  I had to put mommy guilt to the side so that I could take care of myself.  Getting a break from not having your name called all day and trying to adhere to a schedule [I think] has made me a better mom during this pandemic.  Truth be told as much as we feel we need a break from them, they need a break from us sometimes.

I could have judged and/or shamed myself and my introverted nature for not being as emotionally present of a mom as I would have liked to be with my boys home. However, I thought about all the ways my introvertedness (definitely think I just made up a word) made for a positive experience for my kids.  I’m more patient when it comes to their emotional needs.  In my alone time I have been able to reflect on how my own children are wired and what they may need from me to feel heard, appreciated, and respected.

This pandemic has affected me more than I have been willing to admit.  I have to be honest, when I first heard about the outbreak, like most I did not understand the severity of it.  There had been little to no reported cases in the US.   Even with our first reported case I still wasn’t too concerned because it was so far from the east coast.  I figured it wasn’t something a  quarantine couldn’t take care of.

Weeks go by and more and more cases are being reported.  These cases are getting closer and closer to home.  Now we are in the middle of March and an email comes through at work.  It is a message from the CEO and he is imploring that all associates that can, work from home until further notice.  Initially not going to lie I was not sad about that at all.  It would save time and gas with no commute and not to mention this is an introverts dream come true.

Things begin to get more and more serious and the death toll is rising.  Self-preservation kicks in and the only way to bear the stories of grieving families dealing with sudden loss is to push it away.  All the while story after story I’ve read on Facebook or heard through word of mouth is being stored in my subconscious.  Although I was limiting my news intake from television I couldn’t seem to close my social media apps and it was doing a number on my emotions unknowingly.  Thinking back now, days I was a little more snippy with my family than usual, I had probably read about another heart wrenching story of a mother losing a child due to the virus after symptoms seemed to improve.  Or I saw a video clip of a funeral with only  10 people in attendance.  Couldn’t help but imagine how hard it must be to need the love, comfort, and support from family and friends and just can not because of COVID.

The hardest part for me during this pandemic has not been fewer date nights because everything is closed or 24/7 children running around with no relief but bedtime; but watching people die and grieve alone.  For one second, as best I could, I put myself in the shoes of someone taking their last breaths without a loved one near to hold their hand.  I imagined myself standing over the body of someone I loved and turning around to go back to my seat an seeing a sea of empty pews.  To sum it up it has left me heartbroken.  Pushing these emotions and feelings away only work for so long.  Being an empath I’ve always been a person that carried and felt things very deeply. I try to avoid situations that trigger sadness because sadness for me is a little more intense and lingers.  I do not handle death, grief and loss well.  This pandemic is causing me to face this head on.  Thankfully I have not lost anyone close to me during this time; but I would be lying if I said there was not some anxiety as we do not know who may be next.  People are getting the diagnosis and dying 14 days later even with signs of improvement.  Because things are still so uncertain it’s difficult for someone to still their heart when we don’t know what’s next.

It’s okay to be sad and it’s okay to grieve even if you haven’t lost anyone.  Life as we know it has changed.  We don’t know when things will be back to normal and we are all just doing the best we can.  Give yourself permission to feel whatever feelings or emotions may be coming up for you.  Find something you DO have control over, find at least 3 things to be grateful for EVERY DAY (gratitude has changed my life),  and take comfort in knowing you aren’t alone.

There’s a quote that I came across one day that says, “In the end it will be okay.  If it’s not okay it’s not the end.”  Hang in there.

When I asked a few people what came to mind when they heard the words “conscious sophisticate” I received varying responses. I’ll share a few here: “someone that thought they were better than others, stuck up, and bougie”.  Others expressed, it sounded like “someone that is put together, and holds themselves to a particular standard”.  These mixed responses made it apparent I needed to clarify the purpose of my blog and what will eventually evolve into my brand.

What is a “Conscious Sophisticate”?

Let’s break this down:

To be Conscious one doesn’t rely solely on their 5 senses to take in knowledge or to gain an understanding.  It’s understood one should also rely on discernment and data received from a world outside of themselves as a feedback loop.  To be conscious you have an awareness of things that are not exactly overt or spelled out.

In my own words a Sophisticate is one that is put together and polished.  A sophisticate is poised in their expression and understands there is a time and place for everything.  We should be careful not to judge these people as being dry or stuffy.  This is someone that has experienced life outside of their realm of comfort.   Some sophisticates are well traveled and have acquired knowledge from visiting places outside of their hometowns and countries.  They may also be well learned allowing them to engage in discussions of various topics.  While being well traveled certainly makes for rich experiences there comes a time where the expedition of one’s own heart, mind and soul is of more value.  Exploration of this kind helps to polish the “sophisticate” in all of us.

Is a Conscious Sophisticate perfect?

By no means is a conscious sophisticate perfect.  They are however striving.  Doing the hard work of self exploration helps them take charge of their own narrative.  This in turn impacts how they show up in the world as well as what they attract to themselves.   There’s an awareness of their flaws and weaknesses and they have no longer settled for the “oh well, that’s just who I am” mindset.  They’re intentional about being the highest form of themselves.

My Journey to the Conscious Sophisticate

I hope through transparency with my own stories which also include becoming “The Conscious Wife” and the “Conscious Mom” that I inspire and encourage you to do your own work.  I’m excited to be apart of  your journey and thank you for being apart of mine.  It’s my goal to help as many people as possible so that we together help beautify the earth, leaving this planet in a little better condition than it was before.

For a little added inspiration, you can find my shirt below.  The “Sophisticate” shirt can be purchased for $15 in sizes ranging from XS-2XL.  All order request can be sent to, cash app $consoph.

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