This time last year, I was living in Virginia.
Montee had gotten stationed in Norfolk and he was out to sea.
The pandemic had hit the world in full force. So many people were getting sick. We still had no idea what was going on or how long it would last.
Trump and his supporters were wildin’ out. Every day, there was nonstop, overwhelming media coverage and misinformation about the virus.
I was home alone in our downtown high-rise apartment, in a vibrant city that ended up feeling like a ghost town.
Everything was closed. You couldn’t find toilet paper. We couldn’t get our hair, nails or eyebrows done and it was upsetting me and my homegirls!
Everyone was afraid. We were all on lockdown and could barely leave the house. Both domestic and international travel were restricted. I had to cancel all of my in-person events and retreats.
George Floyd had just been murdered by the police. Millions of people watched the horrific video and all hell broke loose. Protests were happening around the world.
Racism was getting exposed on social media like never before. The internet was a cesspool of negativity. I was logging in to Facebook less and less.
Life, as we knew it, seemed to be over. And this new ish…was trash!
With each day of lockdown, we all got more depressed. Collectively, we tried to find new things to occupy our minds, from Tik Tok to Tiger King. We discovered new hobbies, like cooking, reading and talking to our families again.
After a few weeks of WTF, I chose to get laser-focused on my work. My business became the constant that kept me connected to my purpose.
I had a routine that kept me sane –
In the mornings, I would sleep in, make coffee, have breakfast, do some work, then go for a walk around the waterfront. I took so many walks!
In the evenings, I would pour a glass (or 3) of red wine and hang out in DJ D-Nice’s Club Quarantine on Instagram. That little place on the internet reminded us that even though we were on lockdown, we were not alone.
I was creating like a madwoman, with new courses and programs flowing out of me like crazy. I decided to host my first 3-day virtual event and did 6-figures in sales. It was a gamechanger for me and my clients!
In July, Montee got orders to Connecticut, so we had to move house quickly.
By the end of August, we had finally found a nice home to rent for the next couple of years.
We were starting to get settled in…
And then in September, my mother-in-love passed away. It still feels surreal, like a bad dream I’m waiting to wake up from. We had so many plans, so many things we wanted to do with her.
October and November were a snowy blur. I hosted my second 3-day virtual event, which was even better than the first. I welcomed so many new clients into my programs. I celebrated and I grieved.
At the end of December, Montee surprised me by proposing with a live band at our home. I said yes!
We hosted my family for Christmas at our home. His godmother came to visit for New Year’s. I turned 38!
In January, I hosted my third 3-day virtual event and it was the best of the best! Afterwards, we took our annual trip to Jamaica, following all the safety measures for traveling. It was the breath of fresh tropical air that we both needed.
In February, it snowed…and snowed…and snowed. And then snowed some more.
In March, I hosted my first 6-Figure Queen Mastermind Intensive for 2021 in a hybrid live/virtual format for the first time, masked up and socially distanced, of course. I began to feel hopeful about the future of live events.
In April, we got married in Amelia Island, Florida in a small, Hawaiian-themed ceremony. It was the most beautiful day of my life!
By May, my whole family was vaccinated. It felt like we could exhale. We took Grams to New Orleans for her 73rd birthday. The whole weekend, it felt like we were not just celebrating her life, but life itself.
And now, well, here we are.
So much has shifted in the world.
So much has happened in my life.
I can truly say that I’m NOT the same woman I was a year ago.
As things are finally starting to “go back to normal,” the truth is that nothing actually looks, sounds or feels “normal” to me.
It seems like we’re all collectively figuring out our NEW normal.
The pandemic made us all look at life differently. It changed us.
It made me realize how much I took for granted and how much I still want to do with my life.
It made me wonder…
What if we’re not meant to try and “go back” to how things were, but to start over, to begin fresh?
What if this is our chance to manifest from a blank slate and reimagine how we want our lives to look going forward?
What if this is our opportunity to dream again, to revisit those big goals that we had put on the back burner even before the pandemic?