It takes a village...

The first blog topic for Blogtember is to describe where or what you come from. So, let's see... the first thing that comes to mind is something I was recently told, "It takes a village to raise an Ishea." I'd have to share those sentiments. Where do I come from ... that can technically be answered by saying "Chicago," but there's more to the story.

I'm emotionally demanding and have recently realized how much I lean on those closest to me for support -- friends, family, romantic partners. It really does take a village to support me and I don't think that's a bad thing. I don't knock individuals whom have mastered the art of self-soothing, learning to take their struggles in stride and keep a stone cold poker face. I think anyone that has found a way to manage their emotions should be commended. For me, that emotional support has always come from the people around me. I view it as an extreme blessing to have a group of girlfriends I can come to at any hour of the night... that will embrace me in my failures, rejoice in my successes, and give it to me straight when I need to hear it. I thank God for parents that support me with an unconditional love, always ready to tell me the brutal truth, but love me through it all.

I guess I should say that I come not just from Chicago, but from a village of amazing people that are rooting for me to succeed. Whenever I get down, I try to remember to thank God for all of the real blessings that I can sometimes take for granted.

Part of my Village...