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Trust Your Gut…Act Quickly!

Trust Your Gut…Act Quickly!

It has been one crazy week.  I don’t even know where to begin.

I can sum it up like this.

The importance of trusting your gut.

I took the feature photo hours before catching an early morning flight to Houston, Texas.  Even though I paid close to nothing for the ticket, I wanted to cancel the trip.  I felt the timing was wrong, and found many reasons why I shouldn’t go.  Not to mention my friend informed me that the forecast was RAIN the entire time I would be there.  I was discouraged, and really had no reason to be.


  1. Received a travel voucher for volunteering to stay over for the next flight. (Act Quickly)
  2. Discount on a rental car and airline ticket refund (Trust Your Gut)
  3. Connecting two of your closest friends (Trust Your Gut)

    Southwest meets Southeast
    Southwest meets Southeast
  4. Posting my vision board in a networking group of over 25,000 and receiving feedback from 100s. (Act Quickly)

I recently started the Steve Harvey 21 Day Jump Challenge and it’s all about acting NOW.  What can we do to draw closer to our gifts and purpose? I know that this trip was necessary, not only for myself but for the impact that my friends and I will have on this world.

If I wouldn’t have taken that JUMP and headed to Houston last week I would have been keeping someone from jumping to their next level.  You know the world is waiting on your gift right?!  Someone’s blessing could be attached to you moving forward too.  I truly believe that after all that I witnessed within the last week.

I know that it’s scary, and sometimes we don’t understand God’s plan, but He truly knows what’s best for us.

Don’t be afraid.  I’m learning to trust my gut more, and to act quickly.

Houston...After Dusk
Houston…After Dusk

Until next time…



Tomorrow may be too LATE!

Tomorrow may be too LATE!

Hump Day! Today is the day I recap “Let’s Talk About Grief.”  A weekly show that I do on Periscope for #GriefTalkTuesday and it almost didn’t happen.

Yesterday, was a regular day.  I was scrolling through Instagram early in the morning and I came across a photo that seemed quite odd.  I was about to reach out to my friend in Houston and ask if everything was okay, and then I logged into Facebook.  The first status I read ended with the words, #RIPZin.  The same friend that I was about to text, was gone.  He passed away in a fatal car accident in Colorado over the weekend. The first thing I thought was, I JUST TALKED TO HIM A WEEK AGO!   How could this be?  I was heartbroken.   This was the first time in my life that I experienced losing a friend.

When I moved to Houston a couple of years ago I didn’t know many people. One of the people I connected with was Brotha Zin. The first night I met him he was dj’ing an after party.  It was my last night working for a local jazz festival, and I wanted to hear my song.  I wanted to hear D’Angelo or Guy.  Don’t give me that look.  Yes, I go to parties and request 90s R&B.  Don’t be judging. Lol. Zin was sitting on an ottoman cranking out the good vibes, and while requesting my music I lost my balance.  The ottoman he was had WHEELS! He attempted to catch me, but I fell on him and we went rolling on that ottoman towards the window.  We crashed…HARD! I had the bruises to prove it.  That story never gets old.  Our friendship began there.

I remember the conversations we had in 2012/2013 about him starting a radio station, and I talked about writing a children’s book.  He would say, “Peace Sis, we gotta keep building.” He started All Real Radio, and I published the first book in my children’s book series.  On this day I can say, we did it!

We were supposed to connect while I was in Houston during Labor Day Weekend, and he was supposed to interview me on his show.  Well, he left early to go to New Orleans, and I didn’t return to Houston after that weekend.  As far as the interview.  I put it off, I told him, I need a minute, I’m not ready, maybe next week, or tomorrow.  Why was I waiting?  That tomorrow will never come, and I have to take the lesson that comes from it. I can say one thing, if Zin feared anything I didn’t know it.  Stop waiting.  Stop putting things off until tomorrow.  Just do it!

He was always positive, and ready to spread the good word. An activist, hip-hop head, visionary, and a man that loved his Queen and his two daughters!  That’s how I will remember him.  Our last conversation was about his interview with David Banner. I was so proud of him. Man, he was more than a friend.  He was my brother in the struggle. Just trying to spread love, light,  and knowledge. You will never be forgotten Anthony “Zin” Mills. You are apart of my “Final 48 Project” story.