Living My Best Life Pt. 1

Daniel Fast Day #1!

I'm super excited about everything God has in store for me. It has been an incredible year already! I got accepted into Union Theological Seminary with a scholarship, I celebrated my 27th birthday on the shores of the Atlantic, I released a single, I booked some incredible performance opportunities that took me across country, and I got to celebrate my mom's 65th birthday with her in New Orleans! Whew!! I'm overflowing with gratitude and love! This time last year, I was overworked, overwhelmed, and felt severely under-appreciated. My validation was still connected to external forces that I had no control over (even though I thought I did). It was a rocky year full of incredible highs and earthshaking lows--amazing career moves met with the death of my best friend. I spent most of the year grieving through a grin, smiling over invisible tears. On December 30th, 2015, I woke up and decided that I was going to live my best life in 2016.

When I fasted a few months ago, I entered that journey with an open heart and no expectations. Even though I was "open" (or so I thought), I was still afraid to experience extreme vulnerability that is required when you are sacrificing or abstaining. Having expectations meant having to put my deepest desires out into the universe. I wasn't ready for that then; but now--this time--, I have expectations and questions and desires, and I'm expectant of God's anointing! I'll be sharing some of those with you during the next 21 days. Immediately following the completion of the fast, I'll be taking 3 days of silence (pray hard Saints! Lol) away from NYC, to prepare for the journey ahead of me. So here's to #LivingMyBestLife! Follow me, friends!

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Here's a few pics from the last few months of living my best life! Cheers!

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