Job Gypsy

What does being a Job Gypsy mean?

This is a topic that so many people have asked me to explain and to write about. There are people that float through life thus being gypsies. Well let me explain, I am a "Job Gypsy" I've had a interesting life and tried many things. Like a nomad I go from place to place searching for a career. I understand how it feels to long for something more. I have been many things, but around the same basis. I have been a Lobbyist, Health Care Trainer, Technology Trainer, Technical Writer, Vocational Teacher, and let me see what else... I know I am forgetting something but you understand. To settle is die and that is something I will not do. If 70% of my life is going to be spent somewhere, it is going to be somewhere I want to be.

I coined this phrase for me because it defines my life. I care more about the journey than the destination. Some people think I am a stange person, but staying somewhere that you miserable is strange to me. Every job that I've held was a contract position, so I understand what Americans are facing with the job market, but that does not scare me.

FYI: Did you know most of the first generation of American millionares came from the Great Depression?

I want to tell you there are more opporunities when things are negative. I ask what is it you want from life? What is life saying to you? You must be still and listen, but don't be afraid. You may wonder if I'm educated? Yes, I have a B.A. in Journalism and M.H.R in Human Relations and have been accepted into a Ph D program so yes I am intelligent, plus a homeowner, single mom and friend. How can I relate? Because I understand we each have obstacles and things we are facing but how will you whether this storm? I care about people not machines, which is why I quit my last job. I am here to help you take the journey into your heart and descend into world with a clear vision of your dreams.

Definition Time!

Definition of gypsy on the Web:

Itinerant: a laborer who moves from place to place as demanded by employment; "itinerant traders"

Definitions of job on the Web:
Occupation: the principal activity in your life that you do to earn money
a specific piece of work required to be done as a duty or for a specific fee


J.OB.= Just Over Broke...
That is how I define jobs because people are searching for something deeper. Something of substance a career. As we travel through life it is important to understand our path and our expected destination. These are questions that demand honest inventory.

Why are we, where we are?
What would we do for free?
What are your goals?
How do you feel about your job?
Do you believe that your passions can be a career?

These are very relevant questions. As the world continues to change we must understand our values and the happiness we desire. So many issues occur from unhappiness. Do I personally believe that you can live the life you desire? Yes, but are you willing to go after it? What is holding you back?

It is never to late to be someone, not just anyone but an authentic identity. Are you willing to spent over 2/3 's of your life somewhere with nothing to show for it? Are you willing to have courage and step out onto a new path? Only you can answer this question and only you can take the first step.

You must be in love with you life and if your not, make changes.

Their will never be a perfect time to be radical, so seize your moment.

BE BOLD,

Ms. Job Gypsy

Black Love

Black Hair
Damned if you 'do' and damned if you don't 'do' your hair
By Marlo David
9:00 AM on 10/08/2009
(AP Photo/Peter Kramer, file)

Long and fake, short and natural and everything in between; black women's hair never seems to make the cut. Put aside the quest for "good hair" - that holy grail of long, shiny, silky hair - momentarily and you realize that many black women are simply trying to have "good enough" hair. That is, hairstyles that fit our personalities, our style, our professions, our budgets or our maintenance preferences. But even "good enough" isn't always enough.

Take Beyonce and Solange Knowles, for example. The two sisters have taken radically different approaches to their hairstyles recently, but neither woman can catch a break when it comes to their hair. Beyonce's trademark golden mane, though it is a highly sought after style, still gets knocked for its artifice. Her legendary lace-front wigs and weaves, special hair extensions that are prized for their "natural" look, are the butt of bloggers' jokes. Yet, if her coif fails to look flawless, a little droopy here or a little frizzy there, she is ridiculed in magazines and blogs.
Her sister Solange, who also once wore a variety of hair extensions and wigs, cut her hair short over the summer and has been rocking a short 'fro ever since. You think this might be seen as courageous, even trend-setting. You may expect to hear someone say, "See, Solange has the style points to do what Beyonce could never do." Instead, Solange has been described as "insane," or even more cruelly, some have suggested that her choice is a feeble attempt to get some shine while standing in the shadows of Beyonce's reign as pop music's perfect princess.

The fact is regardless of the style, length, texture, or tone, black women's hair always seems wrong to someone. Isn't it enough that black women have to fend off curious white co-workers, neighbors or strangers who want to touch their hair as if it were a mystical portal to understanding blackness? Was I the only one mad that Larry King asked to touch Tyra's extension-free hair on television? Add to that intra-racial hair politics that leave many black women trying to decide if their hair is too nappy or not nappy enough.

Good enough hair - let alone good hair - is a goal that seems difficult to achieve. There will always be someone who will denigrate our claims to beauty no matter how they are expressed, because beauty is a commodity that black women still struggle to own. Unfortunately, just being on the cover of magazines does not reflect ownership.

Certainly, in the case of Beyonce and Solange, some of this chatter cannot be avoided because both women are entertainers. Their lives and livelihood rely on their visibility, which is always open for critique. But what is striking is that the critique remains at a level that does not question the beauty standards themselves, who creates them, or who stands to benefit from particular ideas about black beauty or femininity. All this criticism does is send a message -- as far as hair is concerned, black women cannot win.

Black women's hair care choices should be just that -- choices. Yet, I do wish women had more information about the health issues associated with certain hair treatments so their choices come from a place of knowledge rather than ignorance. I wish there were more positive images of black women with unprocessed hair in popular culture, those whose shorn heads, bouncy twists, or luscious locks were not seen as a neon sign flashing "crazy." I wish that women with weaves were not the punch line of jokes about the ability of a man to run his fingers through her coif.

Black hair issues are interesting too, because let's be honest, white women also have their hair fried, dyed and laid to the side in order to look like feminine ideals they also cannot achieve. But our hair-story is tangled with unique histories of racism that are compounded by sexist ideas about what women should look like.

If only pop culture loved black women as much as it loves criticizing their hair choices, we might make a dent in the internalized racism and sexism that these hair debates foster.

My Love

I love strongly, steadfastly and exclusively.

Silence No More

I have allowed myself to get lost and lose sight of my vision. My vision has not changed yet I have done my best to silence it. It is terrible when we forget our dreams and begin to live the lives of our shadows. Why are we not more courageous in our daily lives that we do not go boldly after what we want to and become the person we yearn to be?

I am many things, but I will not defined my one word or another. I use my words and my voice as my vehicles to a world awaiting. I use my words to offer description when things cross my mind. A common day philosopher, a humanitarian, a human, a woman, a writer, a creator. I wear many hats but all align with my passion. If your wondering what that passion is I will tell you.

I Am...
I am the voice that screams
Women are beautiful
I am the author of a generation
I am the something that is complicated

I am the hope that awaits within me
I am the lost generation
I am the history yet to be written on the pages of your soul
I am

I am words leaping from my mind
I am the broken, not destroyed
I am the label less lover
I am the the version of my truth

I am my own kind of beautiful
I am my own kind of vision
I am my own standard
I am