Have you ever broken a promise to yourself? I’d bet the answer is yes. I sure have. We break promises to ourselves all the time: having just one more drink when we said we wouldn’t, not exercising when we said we would, watching just one more show when we wanted our bedtime to be earlier, going along with someone else’s opinion on something that defies our values so we can fit in a little better. All these micro-betrayals tell us that we can’t trust what we say. They are all forms of self-betrayal.

You know that feeling when you’ve had too much to eat and you kind of want to keel over to give your bursting stomach some relief from sitting upright, or you just want to lie down because all the food you’ve eaten made you tired? But you’re also really satiated?

“When was your last negotiation?” This is what our class speaker Mori Taheripour, author of Bring Yourself, asked our Goldman Sachs 10KSB class this past week. One person answered that he negotiated a contract a month ago. I answered that I negotiated with my seven-year-old son to take a bath the night before. My answer hit the nail on the head for the point Mori was making: We negotiate every day, whether with our family, friends, co-workers, neighbors or the strangers we sit next to on the subway.

Are you planning to leave your loved ones with anything when you die?

I’ve had conversations about leaving an inheritance with many different parents, and I often hear (even from my CPA, who seems to make a healthy salary) that they’re not leaving their kids with much. No one wants to leave their kids feeling like they don’t have to do anything after they’re gone.

I started the week on a stage with my mentors and former bosses–all brilliant Black women–at the New York Public Library’s Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture. It was truly a full-circle moment. Dr. Deb Willis, my former undergrad professor and mentor at NYU, moderated a conversation with the early leaders of the beloved community-based arts organization The Laundromat Project (The LP), the organization where I cut my teeth as an arts administrator following grad school at California College of the Arts.

I've never been diagnosed with ADD or ADHD but I would be far from surprised if I am in fact a little neurospicy. That hasn't stopped me from pursuing my goals, but it has, at times, created some hurdles towards my path to achieve them.

Earlier this week, I was sitting in the first of 12 or 13 all-day 10K Small Business workshops focused on how to strategically strengthen and grow our business over the next several years. Naturally, I started thinking about the life I want to live in my 50s, which is only seven years from now.

The city is back! Yellow buses and rushed parents have returned to congest the avenues and side streets of Manhattan as they pick up and drop off children who are officially back to school. Our children went back to school this week along with many others, and we are adapting to the returned schedule-full cadence of life.

I've spent the last week "destination parenting"—what a friend calls vacationing with children. You're not really vacationing because vacations are supposed to be relaxing. Instead, you're actively parenting in a new destination, which is work, but make it picturesque.

Have you taken vacation this summer yet? We haven't. We tend to wait until the end of August to leave as a family for seven to 10 days. We started this tradition in 2022 and it marked a new milestone for us as business owners—we could leave during a portion of our peak season and things would still keep going. Inevitably, something crazy happens while we're gone but somehow we figure it out.

Do you use washcloths when you shower? Or, are you more a loofah/exfoliating gloves kind of person? Maybe you don't use any of the above—it's just you, that soap, and the areas that need to be cleaned. Over the years, we have used a combo of all of the above. But, very recently, Ila made us all convert to washcloths because of a hygiene class she took with her track team this summer.

I just returned from a pilgrimage to Martha's Vineyard. I started this email several times while I was there, but the whirlwind travel experience I had—spending less than 48 hours on an island that took me 12 hours to reach—didn't leave much time to finish this missive.

We celebrated eight years in business this week. We did not have a party. It was kind of business as usual. Actually, on the day of our anniversary, I remembered it was our anniversary as I was sitting in the waiting area for my final interview of the Goldman Sachs 10KSB program. I first learned about this program during the fall of 2019 from the now Managing Director of said program when she was the program VP and enrolled in our SHMOM program with her first child.

Does anyone else find it hard to say 'No?' This can be to co-workers, friends, or your children if you have them. I find myself saying no to our kids often. I don't think "no" is a terrible word; it sets boundaries and expectations. But it can also alienate during times of need. I find it harder to say no to my kids when I have been busy and unfocused on them. I think they call the allowance for whatever kids ask for in these moments "mom guilt."

What is your earliest memory? Mine dates back to when I was three years old…almost 40 years ago. So many people I know can’t remember their childhoods or even a ton of detail from the first half of their lives but I remember random things and big events from before I could speak well.

My mother has been praying for me and my friends for as long as I can remember. In the mornings on the way to school, she would pray for my day and if we saw a friend walking from the bus or train, we'd pick them up, and she would take their prayer request and pray for them in the car ride to school. As I prepared to get out of the car each morning, we had a call and response that started with her saying to me, "Walk with the King and be a blessing." And then I would reply, "Salt and light," which meant that I was committing to being salt to the earth and light to the world.

It's funny how on my most exhausted weeks I show up here with something. Today, I feel like I have nothing for you. I'm tired but not physically wrung out like when I run a half marathon, take the kids to a birthday party, grocery shop for the week, prep for the work week ahead, and then write this email on the same day. Today, I'm tired, but I think it's more mental than anything.

This week handed me some curveballs.

On Thursday afternoon, our building caught on fire. I believe the source was in the basement of the hardware store that rents two storefronts worth of space on the ground floor of our co-op. My neighbors shared later as we were trying to piece together a timeline of events that they felt some rumbling. Maybe it was an explosion, but by 2:08 PM, as I was walking from the Lenox Avenue store back to the apartment, I saw black smoke pouring out of the storefront windows. I immediately took a picture and sent it to the building WhatsApp group that I organized a couple of years ago and told everyone they should get out STAT.

On Saturday night, Nick and I started watching a new show on Apple TV called "Stick." It's about a washed-up, competitive golf pro finding his way into the next chapter of his life after a career-defining meltdown on national TV during his last golf competition. I'm not particularly excited by golf, so I thought the show would be lost on me, but Nick assured me that I would enjoy it and he wasn't wrong.

Sometimes you just have to start, even if you haven't figured everything out. Starting builds the muscle for the next time you attempt to do the thing you want to do but are afraid to accomplish.