Realizing Why I am So Kool

Today was an awesome day! I began the P90X regimen with my sister and her bestie, had an awesome day with my speech therapy klient, and was notified that my official akseptance letter for grad program #2 will be arriving shortly.  Kontinuing on the kite kalled peace I took some time to think about the person who fashioned me to be who I am. My mother.

Nedaro "Auntie Dodi, Ned, Doe, Ma" Bellamy is literally the greatest person I know. Yet, I don't really know if I know her. As a younger mother I think she just wanted to make sure that I knew at a young age she was the mom and I was the kid.  There wasn't much room for playing or "girl talk" in between, which made for a tumultuous childhood.  I know I didn't give her as much kredit as I should have but, that's because I wasn't kwite sure she had ever been a kid. 

Working two jobs and going to skool to make sure that I had no idea that we were in the lower class individuals in an upper klass society she kicked any steryotypes butt.  I never really gave her her due props back then.  My mom was single handedly responsible for erekting an independent woman in me from birth.  She taught me to stick up for myself and to hold firm to my beliefs.  She gave me kourage, kindness, all with a side of kooky, allowing me to kultivate my own definition of Kristin through cultural, educational, artistic, athletic, and musical experiences. My mom was a superwoman who I didn't learn to respeky until I realized not everyone was afforded the same things I was.

"Eksellence is not an act but a habit. We are what we do repeatedly" she would say to me on the way to skool. Then, just after she hugged me and told me the have a good day she would shout "Think Eksellence" so that I would remember her words subconsciously throughout the day.  My mom wanted to make sure that I not only made her proud but, I knew the importance of making myself proud. Yet, another life lesson learned with age.  Thanks Mom!!

There's SO much more she has given me and knowing that I Kuda been a kareless, koniving kreep. I Shoulda thanked my mama long ago but, better late than never right. Now, I'm Gonna make it my mission to kreate a passion in young women that my mother instilled in me. Eksellence!  All while pikking my mother's brain and bekoming better akwainted with her as a person and not so much a mother. 

Not everyone has a mother like mine and who am I to keep her teachings and high ekspektations for myself? Every young woman kud benefit from someone telling them to Think Eksellence and forcing them to ekspekt more from themselves. Thank God for my training that I kan kultivate seeds thru the roots I have been blessed.

Kristin Not Kasper

Today has been full of revelations! After about a week of self inflektion I am kreating aknew. Making sure that Krap doesn't infiltrate my destiny I purged a few who have held a spot in my heart or too long. It may seem korny but, erasing people off of my facebook friends list is one of the hardest things to do because, i'm an elitist who doesn't just accept everybody and did I mention i'm nosy kurious about how people are doing. However, today I took the plunge and erased those who aren't truly my friends.  That ekcess baggage is too much for me to karry and I'm definitely no muse for an Erykah Badu song. Project "eKs" (x) via facebook ensued.

Koulda: Kept letting the krap plague my status updates, giving me illusions that I'm not kaptivating enough to maintain neeedless friendships.

Shoulda: Wrote a farewell note to the folks who I eKsed letting them know that they have helped me grow through the krap that they kreated. But, krap doesn't really deserve kind words.

I'm Gonna: Kontinue to live ekstraordinarily!! Nekst up: preparing to konker my destiny a la our nation's kapital

As the 24 year old above average African American woman that I am I knew that I needed to kick the krap. I will no longer accept being Kasper. Yes, I'm friendly but, I'm no ghost!  I'm tired of being ignored! This voice I have will be heard even if just by the illusive world of cyberspace.