How many times are you supposed to forgive someone you love? God says as many times as they hurt you, but your bff’s answer is “Never”. But if you’ve ever actually been in a relationship, you know the answer is, “As many times as I damned well please” 💁🏽♀️ With this last break up, I learned the hard way to stop looking to friends for comfort, especially if you don’t want advice.Read More
The heat is on. Women have never been as powerful as they are today and I’m here for it. The streets have dubbed this summer “Hot Girl Summer” and that’s reason enough to show out. But am I the only one feeling the pressure?Read More
I’m officially in the 10th year of my professional career, so I’m not here to play games. I’m trying to tread carefully, but prove myself at the same time. For the first time in forever, I’m working with a group of people who only care about one thing: get the job done. As I finished off my first round of meet & greets, I can tell they all have personality — that’s the best and worst part of my job. As a project manager, my job is make sure things get done. With that said, people have to trust and like me. I’ve gotten used to this fact, so as I start this new job, i want to make sure they respect me; I want them to know that who I am, is a great person all-around. Not only am I someone you can grab coffee with, but someone you can depend on to meet the deadline.Read More
As a woman or color, I honestly feel the “Olivia Pope Pressure” in which I have to be twice as good as everyone else; my excellence isn’t celebrated, rather expected 🙇🏽♀️ If I don’t assimilate fast enough, I will be pushed out. In addition, it feels somehow easier to treat me like an assistant or secretary. While my co-worker might not care about doing menial or grunt work, I can only put up with so much for so long. I need to feel like I’m growing or excelling in my career and like there are opportunities for my growth. I know “black don’t crack” but I prefer not to be considered based on my appearance or age. I’ve been at my current job for 5 years now and I was passed over twice. I’ve had enough 😤Read More
How long should you stay at your job? How long do you stay loyal? That opinion seems to shift through generations, industries, genders and location. As we hit milestones in our lives, it inevitable to start think “what’s next” before it actually gets here. But how do you know if the grass is greener on the other side? What are you really looking for? The money? The title? It’s funny how these can play into your professional and romantic life. What next? How do I know? I feel like I’m being forced to determine the rest of my life right now.Read More
I’ve been trying to be patient with everything & everyone; from my job to my friends to my boyfriend, if it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Over the years, tho, I feel like I’ve finally learned the trick: feel less. I’m not saying that will work for you 🤷🏽♀️ but I’ve definitely been known to put more work into a relationship than it deserves. I started to wonder if, maybe, my expectations for people were too high.Read More
I got so stressed out at work I started reading The 48 Laws of Power. For the 4th time in my career, I feel like I’ve been looked over and not recognized. As I continue taking steps up the corporate ladder, I only hope the politics don’t pull me down. “Who you know here matters more than what you know,” is something the Director of HR told us in a leadership seminar. How can I stay motivated, while feeling like my merit will never be rewarded?Read More
Written by President ELLA
From the outside looking in, it can seem like you’re always in a bad mood and like no matter if you were given the sun, moon and the stars, you’d still be unhappy. Unfortunately, if it seems that way, it might just be true. What people forget to think about though is the fact that you may never be satisfied by the sun, moor or stars, if what you desire is mountains and waterfalls. If you’re not happy, you have to take a step back and reevaluate — for yourself— what is is that is making you upset and take charge to change that energy.Read More
Written by President ELLA
We all have lists of what we want in a relationship and in a partner, don’t we? Even if you haven’t consciously figured it out and written down your list just yet, we all have preferences — and we’re allowed to. I have the right to choose tall dark and handsome, or… not. But one thing I think we all want, is to be loved. We all want to be desired and I’ve learned that even though I want to feel like my man “loves me more”, I need to love him just as much.Read More
Written by President ELLA
The first step towards getting what you want, is to stop accepting the shit you don't want. But that's easier said than done, I know. In order to be efficient, I need to make sure I'm doing the right thing, at the right time, in the right way (I learned that in a leadership course at work). I need to get rid of all actions (and people) in my life that don't add value. While I want to be "loved by all" I don't have the space in my heart to help everyone, do everything or be everywhere. I've learned the hard way to say "no" to shit that can potentially fuck up my life, no matter the "time we put in" or whatever sob story I'm given. I have the right to control my life; I have the right to say "no".
"Why would you do this to me?" I finally got out through the tears. I don't know if I really wanted to know why or that's what you say in movies. "It was done to me," he shrugged back at me, because it really did explain it all: hurt people hurt people. I couldn't understand why he was cheating. Why he was stealing money from me. He said he loved me and aside from all the bullshit, I actually believe he did. He was taking something out on me he didn't have a chance to do to her. Hurt people hurt people.
Sometimes, I think people want to do the worst to you, just so that you can prove you love them. "It's been three months, you were supposed to pay me in a week. I feel like you're taking advantage," I tried to explain. Instead of understanding, I was given more reasons as to why the 1 week loan turned into 3 months; meanwhile, I can't tell the bank any of that shit. We've been friends 12 years, so there's no possible way you can take advantage of me? We've been friends 12 years, so I decided to help. We've been friends 12 years, so I should be fucked paying your bills? The reason I was most hurt by this situation was because I loaned him the money to pay for a bill his partner left him fucked with. I can't pay for someone else's relationship issues. If being a good friend and inherit your stress and debt? Nah fam. That's not friendship. The truth is, trauma is the real bitch in life, not karma.
I've been taken advantage of more than I'd like to admit because I don't want to come off as a bitch. I've stayed in relationships too long because I'm not weak and I'm not a quitter. If my partner or friend needs a bit of extra cash to help pull them up, I want to be able to help; don't want to be robbed, scammed and abused. I'm the type of person to pay you back early, or call you and let you know the payment will be late. I'll practically hide under a rock to save my money and pay someone back. Have you ever seen someone who owes you on social media, spending the money they owe you? Well, I've never been that person. The problem is, you never know who that person is going to be. To be a "good" person, you look passed all those the things the bank asks for (a credit check, downpayment and signature on a contract) because of things like love and friendship... but those things still don't pay the bills.
Life gets expensive when you're trying not to come off as a gold-digger. I don't think it's easier to go out and find "sponsors", but it's not easy to have to budget your life and explain to people that whatever you have extra belongs to you. It's crazy when people see you doing well for yourself and think that you have enough for them, too. In my years living in New York City, with a bullshit salary right after college, I felt overwhelmed with embarrassment when a homeless person would ask me for a dollar and a really didn't have it. My salary and my taxes are all based on a family size of 1. Anyone who doesn't understand that I need everything I have, doesn't respect me and my desires. Why should I work hard to pay your debts if you're not doing the same for me. We all have the same 24 hours. I'm not busting my ass for someone else (that I didn't give birth to) to live good while I struggle.
I'm willing to lose lovers and friends, if and when they become painful or expensive. I've simply worked too hard for anyone to take advantage of me twice. I've been through too much. I have a really big ego and if I feel like I'm being played in the slightest, I call it out. Even if I've let something slide in the past, I'm way too grown for this shit now. From now on, the first time someone plays me, is the very last time. If someone has a problem with me not being able to help them, then we aren't friends. I can't always be there for you, because I have to be here for me. Also, I'm never lending out money or my signature again. People will really take liberties when you've helped them get to a good place. I've gotten into a rough place & tried to call the same people I lent money to and got nothing but voicemail because... I shouldn't be asking?
Don't feel bad saying "no". It's OK to take care of yourself. "Helping" people out is why some people in our communities get fucked up; boyfriends using girls for rent money, girlfriends using guys for bundles and parents using their kids social security numbers for a new couch and big TV. We've got to learn to take care of our TRUE selves and that means YOU, the person attached to that social security number. It doesn't matter how long you've been together or have known each other. It doesn't matter what you've done for each other in the past. It doesn't who "would if they could" you have the right to protect yourself right now. If the bank asks for references, so should you. If the landlord asks for a security deposit, so should you. A real friend doesn't just let you get free shit and allow you to walk all over them. A good friend does right by you even if they could do wrong... but you don't learn who your friends are until it has to be proven. I'm learning to judge people by their immediate actions. I know mistakes happen. But, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't correct your mistake? A friend can't be mad at you for protecting yourself. A friend can't be mad at the truth. So the next time you can't or don't want to, say "no" #SoWeKnowItsReal
These are just my thoughts. Just what I'm feeling at the time.
Written by President ELLA
I've spent the last year trying to find peace. Since I don’t want to give up on possibilities, I’ve found myself redefining things like “happiness”, “success”, “love” and “friendship”. I’m constantly weighing what the world says these things looks like vs what I believe they are vs what I have. It’s real easy to search for #relationshipgoals or #friendshipgoals and come out depressed.Read More
Written by PresidentELLA
Nothing has kept me sane in the past year like traveling. At this age (if you don’t know how old I am, you won’t know), life has started to feel a bit... stalled, as if I need a next step and I don't know what it is. Complacency is not my comfort zone. I don’t have any children & sometimes that makes me feel unaccomplished or just... missing something... but then I remember I also don’t own a home to put the kid in or a husband to have one with so I’m ok with waiting on the kid. It’s easy to look up at the things people have and only see the good things while ignoring the difficulties, so I try not to.Read More
Written by PresidentELLA
I'm not perfect because I'm petty. "Petty" is uncapping the syrup bottle and doing pirouettes in the kitchen because he thinks he can get get rid of you easy and you think to yourself, "Nah, playboy. Dealing with me is a sticky situation." I don't know if the syrup was worse than the egging but I do know that he should have never done whatever it was he did (because you know I already forgot what it was). Really... I was just angry... at everything. I was largely at fault. I know I love him most because he's treated me with respect through it all. (& I apologized, y'all. I'll give you some tricks, someday. lol) I finally found someone who loves me more than I love him. It sounds terrible to say/write but I've loved way too hard and I deserve it back for a change. I don't mean to say I don't or won't love him as much as he loves me, but I'm broken and I know it. I need affection more than the average. I need someone who loves me enough to deal with the residual bullshit these fuck-boys have left me with and help me heal. I need someone to show me better.Read More
Written by Brittany Shawnté
Now this isn’t me trying to preach to y’all or anything, but it was a message that stuck with me. In that moment, I realized just how much I relate to her. We all can, religious or not, because we often let the circumstances of our lives blind us. Particularly, we can let our rejection and losses tear us up, forgetting that the story doesn’t end here and that we are built to WIN. In a lot of cases, we become bitter because our lives aren’t where we think they should be.Read More
Written by PresidentELLA
"You have anger issues," he likes to tell me. But.. No, I'm just not happy as I should be.
I don't know if it's over. As of this minute, it is, but you know how arguments go. Thing is, I don't want to be with anyone who doesn't want to be with me. I suppose I'm at that point where I'm letting a dog roam. He'll soon learn that I'm off limits once he's walked out of my door because I don't take in strays. He's gotten upset at me before, for being able to get so cold and cut off my love. But, after my last "relationship" I've learned that no relationship matters enough to lose my happiness. The person I'm with should be making a conscious effort to make my day great because I try to do that for him. I want a real relationship where I'm actively happy. Not one where I'm so unhappy but staying silent and locking myself in a room because I can't be around people or on social media without mentioning how shitty I feel in my relationship.Read More
I'm definitely clingy. I know this because he just told me I am about an hour ago. Until just now, I've been trying to fight admitting the fact that I want to be all up under my guy as much as possible... but enough of the denial. There have always been particular labels I think a woman tries to avoid in her life: bitch, hoe, prude, crazy, dumb and (seemingly less threatening of these) clingy. I didn't think I was clingy until I admitted to myself that I am most comfortable doing what I love in life, when I have love in my life. I tell you... it's hard to focus when you don't know where your man is. But when you feel supported and loved, there's nothing you can't handleRead More
Written by Alex Russell
One of the biggest things I've learned (and continue to learn) on my journey building my own business is ...Work-life balance...😱
Wait is there such a thing?! 😂😂 it exists! Promise!!
When I started coaching I had a hard time putting down my phone 📱 and computer 💻 and was deep into learning all the ways I could be better and build a better business. Now, there is definitely nothing wrong with that buuut there was a problem: I was leaving my number one out! I let work take over and personal time was few and far between.Read More
Written by @PresidentElla
When you're fighting a winning battle, you rarely feel the scratches through the blows. While I was with Timothy, and while I waited for our day in court, I tried the hardest I've ever tried to be strong. The same way I tried to ignore the bruising around my neck, I tried to ignore the anti-social emotional train wreck I had become.Read More
Written by PresidentELLA
I'm afraid of not being afraid enough. I'm the type of person who confronts battles alone and face first. I would be the type of leader who would walk the front lines with with army and raise my sword when it's time to attack. Sometimes, I think I'm too strong for my own good.
Written by President Ella
"Yea, you're definitely rapping tonight," CJ said looking at the flier. I was set to hit the stage at Apache Cafe in Atlanta, Geiorgia and I genuinely had no idea what it would be like. It was my first time in Georgia and I was actually there for "Friendsgiving" at CJ's but I try to (selfishly) make the most out of situations. Before I hit the stage, I rarely have much to say, I just want to do it -- and that is my greatest blessing. When I perform or make music, I do it because I want to -- that's my greatest curse. There's nothing pushing me other than the feeling of being up on that stage. I don't care if it's a full room or one person; I'll perform for you until we get tired of me.