People who love themselves elevate themselves.

People who love themselves elevate themselves.

Happy Sunday!

Me expressing confidence in myself and boasting of my black girl magic is still a work in progress. I’ve been told a lot of times that I’m ‘too humble’. It’s not that I’m too humble, it’s just that I’m not quick to boast about the things that I’m good at. I prefer to let them speak for themselves.

Still, I know that most times people support people. They support passion. They support personality. So I’ve been trying to present myself to the world in a more confident way.

During my rebrand, I realized… I’m more than just an author. I do more than just write fiction novels. I’m a Master Storyteller. I’m a poet. I’m a self-love teacher. Future womanhood and relationship advisor. Nonfiction writer. Blogger. Basically, I’m all that and a bag of chips 🙂

So, I looked at my website, and I was like… this doesn’t fit me anymore. I’m leveling up from this platform. I have to elevate myself.

And that, Beloved, is the point of this blog. There comes a point in your life and your career where you have to get uncomfortable in the box and space that no longer fits you. There comes a point where you have to expand. To make sure your surroundings and the people in your surroundings represent where you are and where you want to be.

It’s time to elevate, B.

This will be the last blog post on http://www.authorblove.com. I’ve started a new website, and I hope you will follow me there. It’s http://www.blove.rocks or you can just click here and head over. While you’re there, be sure to subscribe to my blogs so you never miss when I post.

I didn’t realize how much I’ve blogged until it was time for me to switch platforms, so I’m happy to announce that all of my self-love Sunday and inspirational blogs from this website will be combined into one collection ‘Self-Love Sunday: A Collection of Reminders’ and it will be available on Amazon 9/10/2017.

You see what elevating MYSELF did??? It put me in the position to help OTHERS elevate. This collection will be… like… the ultimate book of motivation. Seriously.

If you want to be the first to know when ‘Self-Love Sunday’ will be available for download and purchase, I highly recommend signing up for my mailing list by texting BLOVE to 42828. Of course, I’ll be blogging about it on my new site. Again, it’s http://www.blove.rocks or click here.

Well, it’s been real, http://www.authorblove.com and my blog followers here. I was going to say this isn’t an ending or goodbye, but I’m starting to love endings and goodbyes because of the beautiful beginnings and hellos that follow. My new website showcases all of the things that are in store for B. Love, and I hope you join me on this new journey.

Until next time,

Love, B.

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People who love themselves don’t ignore the signs – self-love Sunday

People who love themselves don’t ignore the signs – self-love Sunday

Happy Sunday!

So… I will confess… I didn’t plan on doing a blog today. I was so busy trying to get my word count up for my next release that I was like, ‘I can’t do self-love Sunday. I can’t do Monday muse. I just can’t.’

My writing… it’s the only thing that I refuse to give up on in life. Like… straight up will not stop. There’s… I don’t have the ability to say, ‘I give up’ or ‘This book isn’t flowing right so let me stop.’

Nah, homie don’t play that.

I’ve been in places where I was 20k words in on a book, didn’t like it, started completely over, and had another 40k words done by release day. But to give up? To just stop? I don’t know how to do that.

Last night, I had an urge to record a three minute recording. I sat down and tried to create a video for it. An hour and a half later, I gave up. I shut my computer down and gave up. To my credit, when I got in bed, I put a request up on Fiverr for someone to create the video for me. (I’m quick to outsource anything that’s going to save me time 🙂 lol)

But when I woke up this morning, I was drawn back to that recording. To that video. Before I could even open the document that I’m supposed to be working on I was opening iMovie. Yet again. As I began to play around with the video again it started flowing. It started coming together beautifully. I was so freaking happy!!!

And then…

It happened.

That thing that’s been happening rather consistently lately.

I had an idea… for something that had absolutely nothing to do with a fiction book… and I wanted to dive into it far more than I wanted to work on my book. Wheeettttt? That…. no. Nothing has taken priority over my fiction books. The only thing that could ever take over was my priority. A shift in my priority. And that, beloved, is what this blog post is all about.

In the past I’ve prided myself on being in tune with my purpose. I knew that my gift was writing. My passion was teaching and counseling. My purpose was to combine the two – to use my writing to teach, inspire and help start the process of healing. For almost two years I’ve done so mostly through fictional romance novels.

Lately here, I’ve been feeling like it’s time to move to the next level of my purpose – nonfiction books, keynote speaking and REAL teaching. To be completely honest, I’ve been pushing it to the side. Staying in my comfort zone. Romance novels… they work. See, I’ve mastered them. I know what and how to write and how to get it into the hands it needs to be in. That’s my financial safe zone.

But all this other stuff??? Yea, I wanna do it, but… not full time. Not if it takes time away from my fiction.

This morning, I could no longer ignore the sign. The sign? Ideas upon ideas upon ideas. Knowledge flowing. Words seeping effortlessly. The drive… most definitely an invisible force… to do things that I wouldn’t choose to do on my own. Like spend two hours trying to create a video when I was supposed to be writing. Or wake up first thing in the morning to finish that video and start outlining and researching for a nonfiction book.

People who love themselves don’t ignore the signs. Why? Because people who love themselves understand that they will never be happier or more fulfilled than when they are walking in their purpose. Nothing can satisfy you the way answering your calling can. To be even more honest, the longer you push it off and try to fill that void with other things the more miserable you will be.

There are three callings that we all must answer and be prepared for – our purpose, our love and our eternity with God. IN THAT ORDER.

Are you ready to answer the call?

Until next time,

Love, B.

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The $5 a day stock market investing plan – Monday Muse review

The $5 a day stock market investing plan – Monday Muse review

“The $5 a day stock market investing plan” by Dr. Boyce Watkins is a quick but well put together startup guide for beginners looking to dive into the stock market. Although the book is only four chapters, it gives you a great foundation to a topic that can seem overwhelming when first starting.

I took two key points from this that are life changing if applied – 1. Wealthy people own businesses, stock and property. 2. The definition of compound interest and how it can lead to wealth.

For anyone wanting to increase their wealth, I highly recommend this book. It’s short and to the point and a great starting foundation for future stock owners.

If you would like to begin your journey of wealth building through the stock market, here’s the link to the book that will help you get started!

Until next time,

Love, B.

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If You Ever Change Your Mind – Now Available

If You Ever Change Your Mind – Now Available

Hey, Beloved!

My next release is now available!

Here’s the synopsis –

Lucas Berry has never been the type to take the traditional route with anything in his life. Even when he considers it, life throws him a curveball that causes him to take an entirely different path. The last curveball, a pregnant friend with benefits, caused Lucas to make an illegal move that led to his sister, Luana, being bound to Jaxon Jeffries. At first meeting Jaxon, Lucas considers him to be a man that will never be worthy of his respect and admiration, but there is one thing that Jaxon shares with Lucas that changes his life forever – the importance of choosing a wife instead of letting something as reckless and irrational as love choose one for you.

Hali Davison has never been the type to step out of the traditional route with anything in her life. Even when she considers it, life throws her a curveball that causes her to return to the safe, predictable path she grew up on. The last curveball, finding out the man she’s loved all of her life practically was getting married to a woman that wasn’t her, has Hali reconsidering her safe and predictable lifestyle. If her last chance at letting Lucas know how she really feels for him is at his wedding… so be it.

Lucas is stuck between doing the right thing and following his heart. His childhood has made it difficult for him to believe that true love exists, which is a great deal of the reason why he’s fought his feelings for Hali over the years.

With his natural hair product line reaching heights he never thought were possible, Lucas is determined to secure his life mate now before his money, power and status make it impossible to choose a woman who wants him for him and not who he is and what he has. There’s just one question he’s faced with on the day of his wedding; is that woman Shanice, the woman responsible for giving him his first child, or Hali, the woman responsible for giving him his first taste of love – no matter how much he thought he didn’t want it.

*Please note, Lucas and Hali first appear in “Just Say You Love Me”. While their story can be read on its own, it is suggested that you read about their backgrounds in “Just Say You Love Me” first.

Click here to head over to Amazon and purchase!

As always, thanks for your support!

Until next time,

Love, B.

People who love themselves celebrate themselves.

People who love themselves celebrate themselves.

Hardly ever do I hear a quote that follows me over the years. It’s even more of a rarity for that quote to come from someone that I don’t consider a mentor or loved one. And a comedian?? Oh no. Never thought that was possible.

But it was.

Aaallllllll the way back in 2008 I heard something that has resonated within me over the years. I will admit, I have just recently started putting this into play, but it’s been there for years.

Can you guess what it was? Don’t bother. You won’t be able to figure it out. It was Katt Williams talking about the need to be in tune with your star player. And who is your star player? YOU ARE, HONEY!

Now, with me being on my whole self-love journey over the past year or so I have seriously been putting my star player first. Staying in tune with my star player. Why? Because I understand that in order for me to pour into the lives of others I must first be full myself.

With me learning to love myself on a deeper level, I realized the need to celebrate myself more as well. Have you ever noticed when you give women a compliment most times they’re bashful and unwilling to take the compliment? Or if they do, they draw your attention to a flaw? Maybe it’s just me *shrugs* but I used to have a bad habit of accepting a compliment and pushing the attention away from myself, or drawing attention to a flaw. Why? It was hard for me to receive compliments from others because I wasn’t complimenting myself.

Two dangerous habits can form when we don’t celebrate ourselves – 1. We seek to have ourselves validated by others, or 2. We train our brains to filter out the good and only focus on the bad from ourselves and others.

Both of these are horrible because if you seek validation from others you give them the power to lift you up AND pull you down. AND if you focus too much on negativity and your brain starts to think that’s what’s most important to you that will be what it filters in consistently. You will create an extremely toxic habit of being able to only see the negative about yourself, and that will eventually lead to every other area of your life. And what type of life will that be?

With my last release, Just Say You Love Me, it came to my mind that I stopped celebrating myself and my accomplishments. I stopped taking the time to say, “Girl, you’re living your dreams. You just published an amazing novel. Celebrate yoself!” I stopped going to get manicures and pedicures and birthday cake pops on release days. I stopped making those my rest days, and immediately started working on the next project.

I stopped savoring the moment. Appreciating the gift that is within me. Celebrating my creativity. My black girl magic. The fact that gold seeps from the tips of my fingers and enriches every person that reads my masterpiece.

That’s right; I create masterpieces.

And for a second, I forgot that.

I got so caught up in the hustle and the process and the work that I failed to take a moment to appreciate the weight of me accomplishing such an amazing thing.

Do you celebrate yourself? Do you compliment yourself? Do you value the beauty and the beast within you?

Have you ever just taken a moment to stop and say, “Honey, you’re doing an amazing job,” to yourself and mean it???

I dare you to start taking one brief moment a day to celebrate you. It can be something as simple as praising yourself for not exploding into a fit of road rage, completing an important task on time or getting your kids ready to leave out in the morning. Whatever it is, no matter how big or small, celebrate your dopeness.

And while you’re at it, celebrate mine too 🙂 Check out my latest novel on Amazon. It’s my best work if I do say so myself 😉

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Last quickie and look into Just Say You Love Me!

Last quickie and look into Just Say You Love Me!

Hey, Beloved!

Tomorrow is the day! Just Say You Love Me goes live tonight at midnight! You can preorder it here to have it delivered as soon as it goes live.

Here’s one last unedited sneak peek to hold you over 🙂

Snatching his briefcase and phone from his desk, Jaxon sauntered over to his door… powerful swagger in no way affected by the swiftness of his steps. In usual Jaxon manner, he was focused on one thing and one thing only – getting through his interviews as quickly as possible to meet Luana – so when he opened the door and saw his mother and Tiffany standing on the other side of it he was unable to stifle his irritated groan. Faith valued no one’s time but her own. It didn’t matter how many times he told her he had to leave, she wouldn’t release him until she was done saying what she had to say.

“Now’s really not a good time, Ma,” Jaxon informed her as respectfully as he could.

“This will only take a second,” Faith tried to assure him, but Jaxon knew that wouldn’t be the case. Faith stepped in front of Jaxon, waiting for him to move aside and let her enter. When he didn’t, Faith used the back of her hand in the center of his chest to gently guide him out of the way, “Speak to Tiffany,” Faith instructed, sitting in front of Jaxon’s desk.

“Tiffany,” Jaxon spoke with as little enthusiasm as he had patience.

Tiffany smiled widely and stepped into his office, finding her place in the seat next to Faith while Jaxon closed the door. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, Jaxon exhaled a long, deep breath as he prayed silently and walked back over to his desk.

“What’s up, Ma? I have quite a few interviews me and Kingston need to get to before a meeting.”

“I wanted to reintroduce you to Tiffany. Your new wife.”

Waiting for the punchline to her joke, Jaxon continued to stare at his mother silently. She had to be out of her mind if she thought Jaxon was going to spend the next few months attached to Tiffany in any way. Tiffany was the kind of woman normal mothers warned their sons to stay away from. Not Faith. With her, it was all about status, power, position and legacy. It didn’t matter how much of a gold digging leech Tiffany was who spent her days working to secure her next sugar daddy; in Faith’s eyes, she came from good stock. And that mattered more to her than a woman’s morals and values – or her son’s interest and happiness for that matter.

When Faith didn’t continue speaking, Jaxon pulled his phone out and shot Kingston a quick text to let him know he was going to be a few minutes late before speaking.

“I agreed to the whole marriage thing, but I’m picking my own wife, Ma.”

Faith looked at Tiffany and smiled softly, then she sat up in her seat… hanging over Jaxon’s desk.

“You can pick your own wife just as long as Tiffany is your pick.”

“Tiffany,” Jaxon called, “Can you step outside and give us a minute alone please?”

Tiffany stood, smiling when Faith patted her hand softly. They both watched her leave, and as soon as the door closed behind her Faith whispered loudly, “What is wrong with you carrying on like that in front of her? She’s going to think you don’t want to marry her.”

“I don’t!” Jaxon seethed, eyebrows wrinkling and teeth grinding. It wouldn’t do him any good to be upset with his mother. It wouldn’t change anything. She would stand firm behind her desire no matter how horribly matched Jaxon and Tiffany were. If anything, his anger would make Faith calmer and firmer.

“Why not? She comes from good stock. A wealthy and political tree. Do you know how powerful a union the two of you would have? The Jeffries and Russel stock could be the combination that gets us in the white house. Tiffany is perfect for you, Jaxon.”

“No she’s not,” Jaxon argued, standing from his seat and peering down at his mother, “She just got out of one marriage with a seventy-year-old man whose death almost made her a millionaire. I’m not going to let her ride off of me to reach that point. She’s a gold digger whose only concern is the size of a man’s wallet. That’s not the kind of woman I want at my side.”

“Yes, Tiffany has the sense to secure her future financially, but that’s not a bad thing. That should let you know that she’s going to do whatever it takes to satisfy you and help you win. She’s a chameleon. She can be the basketball wife, the politician’s wife, the drug lord’s wife. The woman is ever changing and evolving her men, Jaxon. She can help you, son. Tiffany is the one.”

The only thing Jaxon saw Tiffany changing was the money in his bank account and respect he had from men who valued a higher class of woman.

“Tiffany is not the one. You told me I needed a wife to soften my image. There’s nothing about Tiffany that’s feminine, soft or genuine. She’s a known money chaser. I won’t look like a caring, big hearted family man; I will look like a fool getting played like all the others.”

Faith stood, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Like Jaxon didn’t get his stubborn streak from her.

“We’re not finished with this conversation. I’m going to go because I have a case this morning, but I want you to let Tiffany ride along with you.”

“Ma,” Jaxon whined, feeling like a seven-year-old all over again.

“Keep her at your side while you handle your business today just to see how it feels.”

“So you want me to rent a wife for the day?”

Faith shrugged before walking over to Jaxon and pulling his pocket square out.

“Call it what you want, son, but I want you to give her a trial run. Give her a genuine chance. I really like her for you. For this.”

Jaxon remained silent as he watched his mother fold the square and return it to his pocket. If Faith liked Tiffany for Jaxon she didn’t know her son at all. What Faith didn’t know was that Jaxon had already tried to secure a future with Tiffany years ago. While he was still in college lending money to other students. Getting a feel for his knack of lending and gaining money in interest in return. Before he started his business and grew a name outside of his family.

She didn’t want him then.

When he was refusing to live off his parents’ money and struggling to make his own.

When he had nothing but his love and affection to offer her.

As if that didn’t hold more weight than any amount of money.

Tiffany didn’t want him when Jaxon had nothing; and he didn’t want her now that he had everything.


I hope you’re as excited to read their story as I am to bless you with it!

Until tomorrow,

Love, B.

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People who love themselves CONSISTENTLY set the standard for how people treat them.

People who love themselves CONSISTENTLY set the standard for how people treat them.

I know that I say this a lot, but you set the standard for how people treat you. I know. I know.

But do you really understand the weight of that statement?

Is that something that you are actually listening to and applying to your life? Or is it just an affirmation that makes you feel good after you read my blog but you quickly forget about it soon after?

Let me sip some tea on my own self for this one!

Even with me knowing full well that I set the standard for how people treat me, I still have those moments where I don’t value myself fully, in turn giving others the chance to devalue me. It’s in that moment that I realize the issue isn’t with them; it’s with me.

It’s kind of like this – if I want to find out my weight, I have to get on a scale to find out, right? If there are two scales in front of me, I can only step on one at a time to gauge my weight. If someone is standing directly next to me on a scale I cannot find my weight on their scale. That’s THEIR scale. That’s THEIR weight. MY scale tells me MY weight. MY scale tells me MY worth. MY opinion of MYSELF determines MY value. You will NEVER be able to tell YOUR weight by watching someone else’s scale, just like they will NEVER be able to tell you YOUR worth from THEIR scale.

Beloved, no one on this earth will ever be able to determine your value. You do that. You determine your worth, which in turn sets the standard for how people treat you.

I guess after years of being deemed worth less by other races, our parents, our siblings, other women/men and our spouses… we have a bad habit of not valuing ourselves. Of hating ourselves. Of thinking we are worth less. So we try to add to our value with outside changes and material things, or accolades and monetary success… instead of realizing that our worthiness comes from within.

So here’s the point of this blog. It happened around the time I did my last series. For part one, I made the book .99 cents. Less than a dollar. A fifty thousand word book. Less than a dollar. Really, it was less than .50 cents because of the way Amazon splits royalties, but that’s a whole other topic for another day. I basically set myself up to receive .35 cents per purchase of this book that I’d poured my heart and soul into.

.35 cents, Beloved.

Yea, I placed it on Kindle Unlimited, which allows me to get paid per page read, but that per page read amount is less than a penny!

Why did I do this? Because that’s the standard that was set before I even released my first series almost two years ago.

( This isn’t a complaining post about money so hang in there with me 🙂 )

That’s what was done before me and that’s what readers expect, so that’s what I did. It wasn’t until one of my readers inboxed me and straight up asked me what the heck my book was doing being priced so cheap that I realized I was devaluing my work. It took someone on the outside looking in to remind me that I set the standard not just for how people treat me, but for how people value my work as well.

Sure, you fear rejection when you step away from the norm, but so what? As long as you conform you’re making that treatment okay and acceptable. My books are worth far more than .35 cents. Than .99 cents. And until I set the standard and price them the way they deserved to be priced they will CONTINUE TO LOSE VALUE.

Just like you, Beloved.

People who love themselves set the standard for how people treat them. They know their worth and charge people accordingly to be in their lives. I’ve said it in a book before; there is a price and cost for everything. The cost is what you pay to sell something or be with someone. The price is what someone pays for what you’re offering.

In all things, business, family, relationships, etc. make sure that you don’t lower your value by giving yourself, your love, your talent away freely or cheaper than your worth. Don’t settle for less than you deserve. If they don’t want to follow the standard that you’ve set and give you what you’re worth… leave.

People who love themselves know that they aren’t worthless. They aren’t worth less. They know that they determine their value internally and don’t allow the misconceptions of the world to tell them otherwise.

Do you set the standard, Beloved? Or are you allowing someone else’s scale to determine your worth?

Until next time,

Love, B.

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