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A Not So Welcome To The Hood

Full stop! There are two hoods that we should be leery of that no one tells you about while you are enjoying the cushiness of childhood. That’s adulthood and parenthood. Adulthood is by far the worst of the two because not only do you not have a choice to stay here but, it’s far more ghetto than parenthood. At least with parenthood, you have a choice as to whether you want to visit or take up residence if you do it right (spoiler alert, I didn’t do it right).

Full transparency! I’ve been working both neighborhoods for quite some time and no matter how much I think I know, there’s always some lesson or situation lurking in the shadows ready to knock me on my ass. In a couple of months, my know-it-all son will be 15 and if I’m honest, I can’t say that I’m looking forward to it. Thankful for another year around the sun, sure, but anxious as to what new behavior or personality trait I will encounter, not so much. I’m serious, 14 stressed me TF out! In fact, this year stressed me out so bad, he is temporarily staying with his dad because for lack of a better phrase, shit got real.

I don’t know if it’s the teen years (which are far from golden), our birthdays being two days apart(#Libragang), or the fact that we are legit the same person that has brought me to pen my thoughts. But, my 14-year-old son is legit the most all-knowing person I know. Last week the kid began a new chapter as a high school freshman (someone send help NOW). Outside of therapy, I figured I needed another outlet to discuss my experiences navigating these two overlapping but very distinctive hoods. Sidebar, besides praying, therapy is a GREAT way to navigate the hood. If you don’t have a therapist, I highly recommend it #mentalhealthmatters.

Sharing my experience as a single mom, working professional, and aspiring entrepreneur should be hella interesting. I am hoping it will be therapeutic for me and hopefully helpful to someone else who may see themselves in some of the stories I share. Besides, there is still so much I need to learn. While there might not be a rulebook to adulting, parenting, or any other “inging” we may embark upon in this life, I figured I might as well create a guidebook along the way. Ya’ know, each one teach one. At any rate, that’s all for now, look out for my next post where I will be talking about everything from my career as a social worker to adulting.

Somebody Should Have Said SOMETHING! Ahh well, until next time have a fabulous day and happy adulting.

-xoXO Kymberly Amara

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LMSW penning thought provoking pieces mostly on my career as a social worker. #shewrites @ www.kymberlyamara.com

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Kymberly Amara

Kymberly Amara

LMSW penning thought provoking pieces mostly on my career as a social worker. #shewrites @ www.kymberlyamara.com