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It Missed Me, I Didn’t Miss IT!

We’ve all heard it “oh well, you missed out,” but did we really? I’ll keep it a hunnit Ebonics is a language – there have been times I felt I was missing out on a lot because of circumstances and responsibilities (some of which in my eyes weren’t mine but it was God’s plan so who am I to disagree.) Every opportunity costs something, and missing out due to responsibility or circumstance sometimes is how it has to be. Such is life. Truly missing out is based on choices, but what about when you didn’t miss it, the opportunity missed you?

If we’re real, we’ve all missed something or someone who surely did not miss us and vice versa – a job, school, an opportunity, a so-called friend, a mate, etc. At some point, we’ve been there or will be just watching, but let’s examine the bright side. Yeah baby, open up those metaphorical blinds so natural light helps you see clearly. And shoutout to the vampires like me who keep the literal blinds closed most of the time, but open them up to today, we need vitamin D loves.

It may have missed me, but I didn’t miss it…

Back Story: The Opportunity Missed Me

There was a position I turned down years ago. I signed preliminary paperwork, got to work a weekend of preparation, and auditions for a summer dance intensive. I would’ve been able to do event planning, connect with my love of the arts, AND work with youth. It was a trifecta. Through some of my work through Young NOT Foolish LLC, I’ve been able to dabble in youth development but not always on a regular basis or grand scale. Through my administration firm, Braxton Management LLC, sure I use event planning skills and more but most often the work is less creative and more professional, and I’m good with that. Get you a girl who can do both as the young kids say. Most don’t know I initially wanted this firm to primarily focus on event planning but that wasn’t quite His plan, so I learned to go with the flow and used what I had. I also used to perform choral music, and I have such respect for the art of dance. This was right up my alley! I mean, honey, it was glittering!

I would’ve met pivotal people in Detroit, and even muckity mucks being flown in or flewed out as them young cats say. Lord, I hope they say colloquially, but I digress. Back to the beat. I already met a world-renowned dancer based in New York that weekend. I don’t say this to brag, but to share just how much in disbelief I was by this statement and the glimpse of possibilities of this position I was envisioning.

“It was so simple but so profound. While you were gone, I told everyone how brilliant I think you are” is what he said to me or a variant of such but brilliant was in it guys, I promise. He was speaking of how much he was impressed by my personal mission, which I had written on the fly. He didn’t know that was God’s Light shining through me not just me by myself. I was flattered, but slightly in disagreement because I did not think I was worthy of such high praise. This opportunity could have been seemingly huge for me. In my own thinking, I’d have a full team to match a full roster of clients if I went through with that contract because maybe one of those big shots I was set to meet needed to connect with me. Yeah, you guessed it, there’s a big ole ‘but’ coming.

Something wasn’t well with my soul about it. Something simply didn’t click. I also had a primary contract at the time. What initially was going to be secondary sought to steal me from where I was at the time. It wasn’t quite time for me to leave that place yet. As the story would have it a couple of months later during what would have been my busiest time with this fancy event planning and youth development position, I was in a terrible hit-and-run accident. My then-current primary client was patient and understanding. Though I resumed working likely before I should’ve, I know without a doubt I would not have been able to handle the mental and physical demands of that new exciting opportunity – and show business waits for no one, honey.

My Story

All in all, it missed me, I didn’t miss it like I thought I did. Now, clearly, I didn’t foresee a whole SUV t-boning me thus pinning me in my totaled car, but you never know where life takes you and what you think is so great may not be as great for you as you thought. Sometimes glittering is washed off because it’s just glitter, not pure gold that’s been tried and proven true for you. I still may not be where I want to be or where I thought I’d be, but in remaining loyal to my then contract position, my client gave me a raise, there was flexibility, I sharpened and increased my skillset, and I established an excellent rapport standing even after I later resigned to this day. My personal and business growth may not be as fast as I often dream it would have been if I had accepted that gig but who’s to say that ground was suitable for my growth? His plan is always bigger and much more well thought out. If we’re honest, ours doesn’t even compare. Within a year, I just might blow up enough to get to a level of sustainable growth. Wherever I am and wherever I arrive, I know in my heart of hearts if I’m focusing on Him, using my gifts for good, accepting joy and peace that surpasses understanding, and being diligent, I ain’t really missing out… Plenty just might miss me and that is well with my soul. It missed me, I ain’t miss it.

If no one has shown you today, I love you but God loves you better.

Be blessed.

– K.T. Braxton

Extra Confirmation

P.S. That job that paid well but would have driven you to an early grave. Yeah, it missed you because you had the best numbers, but you ain’t missing out.

That steady income you left without a back up plan but with faith and peace, let it miss you. Don’t start missing it once the adrenaline wears off; seek His guidance. I been there, too.

That business deal that’s lucrative but would’ve cost your soul. Oh baby, need I really explain that? Say it with me “it missed me, but I ain’t miss it.”

That church that yielded no fruit and didn’t truly serve but sucked your gifts dry misses you but you certainly don’t need to miss it. Go to God, be restored, and led to where He wants you planted. Having been somewhere for years doesn’t mean you have to stay.

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K.T. Braxton, here! I am Believer. Community Advocate. Entrepreneur. Home-trained Chef. Speaker. Soon-to-be self-published Author. Bred in Northwest Detroit, she learned young that true power is not in just knowledge but in wisdom, as true wisdom comes from God. She has a heart to change the world. She is also the owner-operator of Braxton Management LLC. Along with being an entrepreneur, Braxton is a minister, youth leader, and volunteer. One volunteer pursuit close to her heart is Literacy Come to Life of Genius Patch (501c3). Her mother taught her that “you cannot change the rules if you cannot read the rules”. As most women, she wears a few other hats in her personal life. She is tough as nails but behind her tough demeanor, she has a heart to nurture all she can. Though one human cannot fix all the problems of the world, the domino effect is real.

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