We’ve all had them. Their aim is true, and their timing is perfect. To say you haven’t had one is to say you haven’t dreamed. They can go by many names…
Attack of the Dream Killers
Category: Success
Enough II
What is “enough”? There is no “enough”. I simply am. I am only meant to be me, So I am always whole. I am not people’s judgments of me. I am not people’s expectations of me.
Cra-Z-Dreams Student of the Month: Tuari Claiborne
Cra-Z Dreamer of the Month: Tuari Claiborne As someone in the business of helping others identify their purpose and gifts, plan their goals, and achieve their dreams, it is always encouraging to meet someone young who already has a plan and a purpose. In speaking with Tuari Claiborne, it is evident he has a clear … Continue reading Cra-Z-Dreams Student of the Month: Tuari Claiborne
Cra-Z-Dreams Feature Student of the Month: Ryanne Foster
Cra-Z Dreamer of the Month: Ryanne Foster Sometimes you meet a person who has a light… an aura that glows softly with goodness and compassion. It’s not forced or calculated but sewn into the fabric of who they are… as much a part of them as their eyes, mouth, hands, and feet. The first time I met Ryanne was at a career fair at the local high school. We were promoting our Cra-Z-Dreams life skills programs and she asked for some information. She later attended one of our Love Yourself First workshops for girls. Her warm spirit was undeniable and immediately stood out to our instructors. We absolutely loved having her in class because she affected the energy and helped put the other girls at ease as we talked about self-esteem, self-love, and empowerment. We later decided that she would be an excellent choice as our May feature student of the month.
Poem: Regret
Regret Sometimes in my reflection I think, "Where did my promise go?" I'm miles and miles from measuring up To visions from long ago.
Anxiety Sobriety: Freedom from Being Overwhelmed
Full of adrenaline, I paced the room with a nervous energy that wouldn’t go away. I tried sitting down, but then instead of pacing I began wringing my hands and rubbing my arms and legs. My body seemed confused… searching for a movement, any type of movement, that would release the energy I was carrying. My mind was spinning, and I’m sure at some point my lips actually moved, mumbling in an attempt to process the flood of thoughts swirling through my brain. It started with one thing I was worried about, then snowballed forward into a torrent of unpleasant thoughts that consumed me with fear and worry. The restlessness extended into the night and I could hardly sleep. For some reason I just couldn’t relax. This might sound quite familiar to anyone who has battled anxiety.
Cra-Z-Dreams Inspired 