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Baby I'mma Star??

I think this is deja vu. I think I didn't a blog by the same title which only means I didn't mean it the first go around. Today, my cousin smacked me in the face. She basically let me have it but with love. I think it clicked when she called me a Star and not just any Star a BIG Star. I sorta laughed but I knew what she was saying. It wasn't just some sisterly hype but she was telling me that I need to think bigger. She was saying that I need to kill some of the humility and know that God has Big things for me. She was reminding that others can see it and want it and will suck me dry if I allowed them. (hmmmm...did a blog about vampires)

I guess I needed it. I guess I think of myself as regular ole Rhonda and I'm not that, I guess. I know a friend was telling about "the dude". I swear everyone on the planet feels I need to be with someone. (shrug) The friend had this very specific type of dude, confidient, driven, mover/shaker type. mmmm'ok. (shrug) I guess I first need to believe the hype. I have to come out of my shell (really didn't know I was in one) and believe I am a STAR.

Now, I believe I have my thing.....my purpose and I'm driven towards it. I think we all do but some aren't as driven or get lost in other nonsense or just sit idle but we all have a purpose so why should I feel special. ahhhhhhhhhh....maybe that's what cuz was talking about. Maybe I'm special? That's weird. LOL....I'm just Rhonda.

I don't know. I need to walk through this some more. I'm definitely going to really start taking a hard look at my cypher, sphere.....my world of people. Some just have to go.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......

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