In July, 2008, I, Princess Rachella, Intrepid African American Girl International Journalism Consultant, pulled up stakes once again and headed to Nairobi, Kenya. Through my various adventures, I've concluded that if I get any MORE explosively fabulous in these prequel years to "THE BIG 5-0," I will have to register myself with the Pentagon as a thermonuclear incendiary device.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
First Note......
It is May 2, 2007, and I am writing my first entry in my brand new blog, "Notes of a Native Daughter." This is the online diary of a 45 year old African American woman from Cairo, Illinois who survived Civil Rights, Celibacy, Living in Detroit, multiple family deaths and health crises within a 4 year span, early menopause, and major career angst to arrive at the most peaceful, self-aware place of her entire existence.
There's so much I need to tell you about who I am, and why I'm writing this blog. That'll come in time. But I wanted to explain why the very first picture I've posted is one of me near the Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy.
It was taken in October 2006, about a month after I seized my freedom from hair extensions, relaxers and other punishing treatments for my straight outta Africa grade hair, and went totally natural. I was also celebrating turning 45 years old with my best friend, Faith Triggs, by taking my first trip to Italy. And it was the first time, after 4 years of stress, anxiety, grief, insecurity and existential drift, that I was finally able to smile and feel like myself.
That may have been the moment that the Universe realigned itself and said, "It's time to throw Rachella a bone." It's been a steadily building progression, but on May 3, 2007, I can truly say that I feel stronger, wiser, and more free to be myself than I have ever felt in my entire life.
It's the perfect time to start this blog, because in about a month, I will be uprooting my life and moving to Uganda. More on that later. But for now, I'm just gonna take the time to admire a photo of myself that actually makes me happy. A photo of myself that actually makes me feel just a teeny bit beautiful. A memory of a journey of a lifetime, one of many in my past, and one that launched my exciting future. The future I've created for myself.
There's so much I need to tell you about who I am, and why I'm writing this blog. That'll come in time. But I wanted to explain why the very first picture I've posted is one of me near the Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy.
It was taken in October 2006, about a month after I seized my freedom from hair extensions, relaxers and other punishing treatments for my straight outta Africa grade hair, and went totally natural. I was also celebrating turning 45 years old with my best friend, Faith Triggs, by taking my first trip to Italy. And it was the first time, after 4 years of stress, anxiety, grief, insecurity and existential drift, that I was finally able to smile and feel like myself.
That may have been the moment that the Universe realigned itself and said, "It's time to throw Rachella a bone." It's been a steadily building progression, but on May 3, 2007, I can truly say that I feel stronger, wiser, and more free to be myself than I have ever felt in my entire life.
It's the perfect time to start this blog, because in about a month, I will be uprooting my life and moving to Uganda. More on that later. But for now, I'm just gonna take the time to admire a photo of myself that actually makes me happy. A photo of myself that actually makes me feel just a teeny bit beautiful. A memory of a journey of a lifetime, one of many in my past, and one that launched my exciting future. The future I've created for myself.
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