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This Is the Rebuild: The Bloom is Unfolding, One Petal at a Time

  Welcome to Blooming from Brokenness . I’m a Jamaican woman rising, one word, one prayer, one page at a time. This blog is my sacred space. A place where I will pour out the truth of my journey: From deep pain to deeper purpose From debt to financial freedom From the hidden corners of my soul to the vibrant beauty of my island life I’m a writer, a mother, a wife, and a woman who refuses to give up. Through faith, fire, and fierce determination, I’m rebuilding my life — spiritually, emotionally, creatively, and financially. Here, you’ll find: My stories as a Caribbean writer Photo collections of Jamaican landscapes, beautiful sunrises, and sunsets My journey to becoming debt-free and financially whole Writing & editing services for creatives and storytellers Devotionals, reflections, and truth in the tension   This is more than a blog. It’s a bloom. A declaration that broken doesn’t mean buried. That even shattered seeds can rise — watered by grace, bath...
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Watching from the Sidelines - Others Succeeding, Why Aren't You

  Have you ever stopped to wonder why it is that some people who started from the same place as you seem to have grown and achieve so much more than you did.   I know I have and it took me a while to figure out the difference between their success and my lack of success. Three things stood out after I evaluated the situation. You want to know what they are?  Let’s look: 1.       Consistency: They were consistent and even when they failed, they kept going. I know a few people in the finance space who are now known and respected globally. They started from the same place I did, but they kept at it even when the going was slow. They kept at it even when others told them it wasn’t going to work. Consistency was key…. One drip at a time.  2 .       Firm Believe in Self:    Having support when building a business is important, but to begin, you must believe in yourself and know that you can! You are not wha...
  Grieving for the Life I Think I Could Have Had     Some days, I can’t believe I have lived way more than I have left to live, and I am sad. I am sad for not having done more with this life, but I am happy to be alive. I have this feeling of regret at the things I wanted to do but didn’t do. I wanted to travel the world. I traveled a little bit, and I enjoyed visiting Panama and Florida. I hold onto the taste of those experiences with joy. Paris, London, Scotland, and Africa are still calling, but is it too late? I wanted to study law because I was intrigued by the subject's nuances. I found that this wasn’t a passing fancy when I studied criminal and contract law. I loved it and wanted to go on, but a little worm in my ear says it’s too late. But is it ever too late to study and learn new things? I grieve because I made so many decisions that I knew were wrong because I love making others happy, even to my detriment. I grieve for the amazing travels I could an...