Taken For Granted.

Hey my Loves! How are you? I pray everything is good. I promise I do daily. I just wanted to reach out to you all. I know I’ve promised a lot within a year or so. I just want to apologize for not delivering. It weighs on me to not keep my word. In my defense, life got ahold of my steel bat and started beating me with it. I am in repossession of my bat. Lol. I couldn’t allow it any longer. Strong.


I must say in the last three years my life has been a roller coaster. I wouldn’t change rides for nothing. I have cleansed and still doing so. My eyes have opened and my mind has expanded. My heart is healing and growth is non stop. My best change is peace. Real understanding and knowing of peace within self. I don’t fight every battle in fact my battles fight themselves.


You all have known Netta Boo for quite sometime. She was bold, fierce, spoiled, outspoken, clingy, mysterious maybe even problematic. Netta B. is different she just wrote and promoted. Man, does she have a few stories to tell. Emotions to share. Listen from going into isolation, cutting cords, struggling, losing people, places, battles and things. Something happened. Netta (I) almost took myself for granted. I almost threw the towel in, willing to no longer water my seeds. It was brief but it happened. I almost decided to walk away from my garden. Never again.


My message to you my loves is. No matter if your garden is hit with a thousand pesky insects or dingy birds. Don’t give up. Do not walk away. Let them indulge to later find out they ate their way to their own demise. Let them be greedy. You do you move in grace humility and silence. If you do realize you may be your own demise because of thoughts, fear or doubt. Take a step back and really contemplate because we are always our worst critics. Stand tall in your garden use your brain defeat and ease on down the road.


Love you all dearly 🖤💜🖤


Netta B.