The Journey; just getting started

Dear Readers,

I started out in 2015, not sure where the road would lead me. My dreams was to become a public school teacher work 20 years and retire. Well, life had other plans. Sometimes we can think too small and play life safe. Here is the short version, I survived an abusive childhood, domestic violence, bankruptcy, homelessness, and 2 years ago, the man who I thought was the last love of my life tuned out to be another abuser, so I left to start life over from ground zero at the age of 54. I survived it all and not only did I survive, I am victorious in my come back, while ;earning valuable lessons.  Above all to you my readers, you must believe in yourself. Take that dream out of your head and make it a reality. Through all the betrayals, disappointments, bumps. twists, valleys, and ditches, I didn’t develop thick skin, I learned the gift of compassion, and life humbled me. I found my purpose, and the last two years of my life have been the best.

Instead of becoming a public school teacher I am an adjunct English instructor. One blog in 2015, developed into Dragthepen and 600 blogger mates. I currently manage a You Tube channel, Conversations with J. R. Floyd, a platform to dedicated to discussing the issues that impact our relationships, empowering men and women to be better and to explore the failure of family, especially, in the African American Community. I truly believe that through conversation people can begin to heal their brokenness and learn to love themselves, and their family. I am living my dream of being a classical singer, and in June 2019 I performed at Carnegie  Hall, with the BMCC  New York City Downtown Chorus.

Almost five years later I am on my third book. They are no grand novels, but they do teach valuable lessons. The most valuable lesson put me first, and to surround myself with people who support my growth. Prince Charming might be out there, but at this time I am no longer interested in being some ones MRS. I am going to continue on this road its quite remarkable.

Join me on my journey.

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the choice is yours.

This 90 days of reflection, discovery, and renewal is a personal journey of deep contemplation and a search for answers to a life in a constant battle with tragedy, depression, and hopelessness. For some people hitting a brick wall knocks the life out of them. My collision lead to a level of clarity to understand how unnecessary distractions and being unaware caused my life to veer of course. My experiences have taught me that sometimes a second chance can lead to a new beginning. ( SOON TO BE RELEASED )

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If I were a book

Dear Readers, Greetings from Dragthepen

We count sheep to sleep, the number of day of the week, and the number of toes on a baby’s feet.

We count the day between the change of the seasons, some even count the days until retirement.

Have you ever wondered about counting the number of people who suffer from brokenness and hopelessness?

Today, while I was reviewing my new website and sharing it with friends, one of my dedicated viewers sent me this piece

The words literally brought tears to my eyes because what he wrote summed up how

I have been feeling about my life. I am sharing this with his blessings and hope that these words will encouraged

people to give a moment to understanding, compassionate and patient with others because you do not know their secret pain.

If I were a book, by Marc Henry Jean

If I were an open book I would be dusty on an old creaky bookshelf.

In my pages would be details on mystery and honesty, so sharp that the second I’m finally opened it difficult to put me down.

If I were a book I would be the embodiment of all books merged into one.

I would be poetry enlightened and powerful.

I would be filled with joy that makes you smile and excited to read the next sentence.

I would be the river ….No..I would be the waves flowing to the sounds of nature in perfect melody.

I would be love…hate…No I would be love while hate try to rush Its way back against your smile and you’ll keep hate pinned against the shadow.

I would be the missing pieces to your puzzle…. the Ying to your Yang….your push and pull.

I would be art simple, yet deeply meaningful…I would be you …looking in the mirror realizing your beauty and your struggles.

I would be old and dusty because no one bothered to crack me open to read my truth.

Than you for reading and please visit my website

http://www.conversationswithjrfloyd.com/