Forgive me for I have sinned.

Real Talk - Vol. 2

Jae Hermann

Please forgive me. I missed sharing with you last week. The truth is, I needed to take some time to restructure and then I got sick. I got hit with some kind of stomach bug from Hell. People, when I say it hit me fast and hard, trust me. If you’re not making a regular habit of washing your hands after touching doorknobs and other public germ magnets, start… start right now. You do not want to catch whatever got a hold of me.

Thankfully, I’m now on the upswing and will get back to my running and now biking routine. I’ve yet to get through a full month so I don’t want to share too many details until I’m certain the habit is stable.

Over the course of my restructure and bedridden sick time, I’ve had the pleasure of reading stories on You may recall that I’ve had a fairly tumultuous relationship with Medium in times past… our status is still, shall we say, complicated. I have trust issues with Medium but I can’t deny there are some truly gifted writers on the platform. 

We are feeling beings. Bottling emotions won’t help, neither would transferring them to others. We have to process them, feel them and take action. With turmoil, you can still tap into the emotions and make great work. Not as a way to run from it, but by processing it.

I’m fortunate to call this young man a friend and grateful for his words - How To Maintain Creative Output Amidst Life Problems touches on a great deal of what I’ve been feeling lately. 

I’m not usually one who enjoys reading poetry but 3am thoughts nailed it in describing what sleep or rather lack thereof feels like for me and unfortunately for many creative minds. If you’re a fellow insomniac, give it a read.

Another recent story I Need a Break From Being a Woman of Color hit even closer to home.

Zora Neale Hurston also tired of the suffering protest narratives. “Can the black poet sing a song to the morning?” she asked in a 1938 essay. No. We can’t, she answered. Because “the one subject for a Negro is the Race and its sufferings and so the song of the morning must be choked back. I will write of a lynching instead.”

Of course, we’re so much more than the struggles and challenges we face as women of color. The phrase “women of color” can feel so confining in the larger scheme of things: in our work, our creativity and art, and in our intimate friendships and relationships. And yet, how many of us really give ourselves permission to explore those other public and private landscapes? 

Yasss. This. All of this. These writers and their words are giving me life; reading genuine feelings of struggle, hope and determination are propelling me. I’m excited and anxious to share new stories with you and I promise that I will very soon. 

In the meantime, what are you reading? Let me hear from you. 

Thanks for your time today, I appreciate it. If you received this post via email, please hit reply and let’s chat about it or leave me a comment on the website. I’d love to hear from you.