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Rise and Grind on Fabulous Friday!

Hello beauty queens!

So I've coined a few terms that are DEFINITELY not any origin of mine. Kim K always tweets her followers to "rise and grind." Luv'd it, stole it! Also, Kimora Lee Simmons always oozes about fabulosity all over her Twitter as well.

I had a student when I was teaching at WMU under my fellowship. She wasn't an A student, per se, but she had an "A" attitude. Every time she left class, she would always look at me and say, "Have an awesome Monday" or "Have a fantastic Wednesday." Those little well-wishes made me actually look forward to the rest of my day and actually commit to making it better! I've been speaking "fabulosity" into my days ever since.

The Bible says that the tongue has the power of life and death. (You'll notice I use a lot of scriptures in my day-to-day thinking.) The Bible is one of my muses. I think of quotes often that apply to my daily living. Even if you aren't religious or even a Christian, hopefully you can at least think of the Bible as a historical book of wisdom and lessons. Anyways, since our tongue has such great capabilities, it is essential that we begin using it for speaking hope, positivity, encouragement, and support to ourselves and others daily. I recently posted a Facebook status that said, "Everyone that you walk by deserves a smile." I have been practicing this because I notice how often we walk past each other and look DOWN at the ground. Beauty Queens, we must look UP, hold our heads high, shoulders back, chest out! We are in command of this awesome gift of life, and we must show it that we take that role seriously. No hiding behind lowered eyelids and quick "fake" txts. The next time you walk past someone, look directly at them, smile, and keep it moving. That stuff is sooo contagious.

Ok lovelys; with all this in mind, RISE AND GRIND ON FABULOUS FRIDAY! And smile!

Moni

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