I am sure you have guessed that it is not that four letter word that has left our panties in a bunch. No, it is not love.
I have expressed before my blatant disregard for myself, and the people who loved me the most, my babies. But I wont get too much into that, you can read a little about that here. I have come along way and I can attribute that progression and transmutation to the L word.
You see this L word gave me life. Yaaasss, a new lease on life. An opportunity to start over and to think deeply on the life I want to lead and the beneficiaries of it. It forced intention to align with purpose. It set goals and made plans. The L word, LEGACY, something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past, maybe the second most important L word next to love.
Thinking about my legacy forces me to live daily, pushing through my scary moments, so that I maybe so bold to do things that inspire my babies even after I have left them.
I am learning that leaving a legacy takes courage, a challenge I graciously accept.
Bey expressed it best in her song, “I Was Here.” I listen to remind myself to keep going because my work is not finished here.