Listen to the eyes

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Good day Everyone! If you look deeply into my eyes, you will see a story that needs to be told.. The eyes hold many different emotions, and they are readable.

As I sit here and look into my own eyes, I see a change within them. The look in my eyes used to be blank and emotionless. It doesn’t mean that I held no emotion inside me; it only means that at the time, they were emotionless, a lot of pain took the emotions hostage. Now when I look into my eyes, I see happiness, contentment, blessings and pain-free!

My eyes told the story that was hidden in my soul!

Branding me!

Good morning everyone, I am attempting to brand myself so at some point my writing will become noticeable.. I have a twitter page @traceyreddick71 and a facebook fanpage..
https://m.facebook.com/TraceyAReddick/
If anyone is interested in my writing and upcoming books I would love and appreciate if you could go over to facebook and like my fanpage.. If any of you have a fanpage or twitter page I would love to follow you as well.. I’m not sure if the link I posted in this blog will work, but in case it doesn’t, my name on my fanpage is AuthorTraceyReddick.. Here is a screenshot of what it looks like.. Thank you so much for all who support me..

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Patience

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Without patience, we would never be able to accomplish anything properly.. Sometimes it’s hard to be patient, but that’s where discipline comes in at… If you are a disciplined person, then you can definitely understand patience.. Don’t allow impatience to defeat you or your better judgement..
I pray you all have a safe and blessed day today, and don’t forget to share a smile….
Smoocheezzz💋💋💋

Artwork by: Zymeerah Reddick (my daughter)

We beat the odds

It was Friday morning, and I lay wide awake in my bed before the alarm even rang. Today is the day that we get the results from the scan. I am so nervous about hearing what the Doctor has to say. All of the scans have been bad, and I was just afraid to hear more bad news. If it didn’t have an affect, this time, I fear that I’m going to lose my mother. I can’t lose her; she’s all I have. She pretends to be strong, but I know she’s just as afraid as me. I don’t know if she is afraid of dying, or just afraid of knowing that I will be left alone when she’s gone. I always assure her that I will always be fine no matter what because she has taught me very well. My whole issue is, I am not ready to lose her. There is so much she needs to see me achieve; I need her here to continue to be proud of me. 

“Shayla, My mother whispered as she slowly walked in my room. It’s time to get up honey.”

“I wake mom; I said as I turned over to face her. I’ve been up for about an hour now.”

As my mother sat down on the side of my bed, she started talking to me as she was rubbing my arm. “Shayla, regardless of what the scan is today, please don’t let it stress you dear. I understand what’s going on inside my body, and I know that there is a fifty-fifty chance it can go either way. I am prepared for whichever way God sees fit. “

“I know mom, I said as I started sitting up. I am scared of what he will say, though.”

“I know baby girl, but God is in control so let’s allow him to do his will.” She kissed me on my forehead and walked out of my room. 

When my mom walked out the room, I noticed her walk looked a little stronger today, and I also noticed that her face appeared to be clearer than it has been lately. That just scared me more. I remember somebody telling me before that sometimes when someone is about to die, they may get a burst of energy that will last a couple of days before passing on. Of course, that’s what I thought because of my fears.

My mother and I finally reached the treatment center and signed in. When the doctor called us into the room, I was trying to read his face. His face looked blank and serious, and that scared me. We sat down, and I got prepared to hear the devastating news, and I prepared myself to be strong for my mother.

“Carolyn, Doctor Levy said as he picked her chart up. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell you this, so I decided just to be as firm and direct as I can. 

“YOU, MY DEAR, ARE NOW 100% CANCER FREE! YOU BEAT IT!” 

Coffee

I know this is going to sound crazy, but I feel the need to discuss my love for coffee.. Lol.. As a child, I remember waiting for my mother to go to work when I got home from school, {She was a nurse & worked the 3-11 shift}. As soon as she would leave out the house, I would run to the window and watch her as she walked up the hill to the hospital she worked at. Once I would see her go over the hump, I knew she wouldn’t be coming back because she just wasn’t going to walk that hill all over again.  Anyway, I would go in the kitchen and boil the water and get my favorite mug {That was also my mother’s mug} and grab the sugar and instant coffee. I would then make my cup of coffee, sit at the island in the kitchen with my book and my cup of black coffee and drink it while reading. 

Although it may seem like that was nothing, but to me it was special, it was my alone time, {I was only 11 years old}. It was enjoyable to sit there alone with my coffee and any book I could find. My favorites were anything Judy Blume, Beverly Cleary and Harlequin Romance, {Yes I was reading that at that age}. 

Now, here I am a mother, grandmother, and wife, and I am still doing the same thing. I drink my coffee, and I either read or write. The only difference now, is I don’t have to sneak and drink the coffee. I drink it all day long, and I usually have a cup before I go to bed. People ask me does it keep me up. There is no effect I get from coffee; I just drink it because it tastes soooooo good, and I enjoy each and every sip as if it was my first experience. 

When I sit at my computer to write, I have to have a fresh hot cup of coffee in my pink hello kitty mug, or I cannot get started in writing. If anyone reading this is an avid coffee drinker as I am, they will understand where I am coming from. 

I’m not sure what I expected from this blog, but I just wanted to share my little story on how I got started with coffee.. Lol. Carry on. 

Author Tracey Reddick {PinkGoddessWriter}..