Friday, October 28, 2016


Perfection a poem by Elisa Wiah.

Change me.
I am broken without you,
So hollow.
But I try.
I try really hard
To live for you.
I know.
I know there is nothing
I can do to win
Your Love.
Nothing I can do
To cut off this sin.
Nothing I can do
To stop the tests.
Nothing I can do
To bypass the trials.
I want to quit
And give up on
Because I can't live up
To your word,
I can't live up
To your standards.
Even though You know
I can't.
I never will.
I am still convicted.
I still want to please you.
I still want my heart to bleed
For what makes you cry.
I can't be perfect
But make me new.
Change my heart.
Set me free from


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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Gang of Roses

Gang of Roses a poem by Elisa Wiah.

Gang of Roses.
All I suppose is
You must love me too,
Broken Promises.
Every lie is
A tale of who knew who.
Losing you
Was the hardest thing
I ever had to do.
Looking in my face
But you're so far away.
When did our stems bend,
Split to make two buds
Instead of one.
So is this the end?
Is there enough love?
Or are we done?


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Monday, September 26, 2016

I'm Focused Man!

Hello Autumn Leaves! Brandbuilder Lesson 5: Focusing on Your Passion and Purpose

Hello Lovebugs! As you can see, I am branching out and expanding the Miss Elisa K. brand. I have learned so much on my own through trial and error about branding. I don't want to be selfish with this information and I don't want others to make the same mistakes. I want your brands, blogs, & businesses to boom! These lessons are based on my opinions and experiences. Hopefully, my BrandBuilder Lessons will provide the information and encouragement that you need.

I am an entrepreneur and many of my business ideas have failed. Failure can deter you but I am so glad that I never gave up. I really couldn't though, even when I have tried to just be "normal." My mind is always racing with new ways to make money, market products and services, create innovation, and do what I am passionate about. With my mind constantly running ahead of me, I often felt it hard to focus on one idea at a time. I touched on this a bit in my last Brandbuilder Lesson. If I had three ideas at a time, I figured all three must be worth trying to manifest. I mean, I am a strong superwoman-like being. I am smart. I can do it all. I have to do it all. One out of three of these ideas may work. If I don't do it, then who will? If I don't do it now, someone may steal my idea and the one I'm focused on may not work out. Does any of this sound familiar to you?

Trust me. I am someone who has had to learn the hard way. Even now, I often have to pull back the reigns on myself. I know I am an excellent writer who is passionate about growing in the craft. I would write even if no one ever read my work. But I also love the hair industry. I see women flourishing and I wonder if I should shift my focus or add it on to my load. I am now realizing that I have been doing this for years unknowingly. In my mind, I was a master multi-tasker. In reality, I was doing too many things to be great at any one thing in particular. You know how they say "the grass isn't always greener on the other side?" Well, once I saw "the other side," I bought another plot of grass like the "other side," and tried to water all my grass with one hose. All I ended up with was dry, brown, dead grass, and a high water bill.

I've finally learned how to focus. It is so hard, especially when money, time, and energy is low. Everyone wants a quick fix. I am sorry but my life isn't perfect and I don't have the keys to instant success. What I do have is 3 Ways to Focus on Your Passion & Purpose. If you start with keen focus, success will soon come. Of course, I have many more ways I have used to focus. If you share and tell all your friends about this post, I'll be more inclined to share them later!

1. Figure out your Passions & Purpose. Whenever I give advice, I have to start with telling you to look upward and inward. I always knew what my talents were but I thought most of them were just things I did that I could only making a living off of through chance (basically everything artistic; writing, fashion, singing, dancing, drawing). My skills and disciplines were developed mostly in settings where I had to be or thought I had to be (school and jobs). I didn't realize which of my talents were my true passion and how it all worked together for my unique purpose until I sought God. I got tired of doing many things, nothing working, and feeling like I had no control over all of the closed doors. When I gave my whole life to God, even my talents and skills, he showed me what to do. Girls Like Me, Inc. has grown to be a structure but it is mainly me helping, mentoring, and providing resources for young girls. Things I have always done and will always do for as long as I live, even if God didn't tell me that it was my unique talent and purpose. 

Then I realized Girls Like Me, Inc. is my way for me to sow. It's not a way for me to provide for myself. And the Lord has simply said to me "WRITE." I still think: "Lord really. Writers don't make money unless they are famous with a following. Don't nobody want to read what I write." Until the Lord began to speak to me about my writing, I never realized it was always an area I did exceptionally well in without much effort or thinking. My AP English teacher told me that I should turn a short story into a book. I would write songs all the time just for fun. Some of the not-so-private lyrics (they were jokes) my family members still remember and sing. My poems would bring so much joy to those who read them. My senior speech was originally a writing assignment and then "inspired" the valedictorian's speech (I know right; it must've been good). My work was published  in a county-wide literary book in middle school! It wasn't a big deal then. But now, it has shown me that God has always had a purpose for me in mind. I just had to let him give me the desires and the passion to pursue them.

2. Streamline your Passions, Purpose, Talents, & Skills. When I was younger, I knew I could sing, dance, write, act, and be a little Broadway powerhouse one day. I also knew I was exceptionally good at math and that I was smart. I really embodied the belief that I could be whatever I wanted to be when I grew up. Watching public TV on Saturdays (we didn't have cable), I remember wanting to be an ice skater, a painter, a chef, or any other profession that sparked my interested as I watched it being lived out on the small screen. It began to be overwhelming and my 6 year old self couldn't choose what I wanted to be when I grew up. Then one Saturday morning, I saw a feature on Magic Johnson, all of the many businesses he had, and all that he did in the community. I learned a big word that day and figured out my career path. "That's it! I am going to be an entrepreneur when I grow up and do everything I ever dreamed of."

The walk down memory lane was to hopefully show you that it's normal to like many things and to be good at many things. You may even find financial success using your talents and skills throughout your life (On-and-Off again tutor's confession, insert here). Hey, different seasons call for different measures of survival. However, lifelong fulfillment will be hard to attain if you don't align your talents, skills, and desires with what you have realized you are passionate about and purposed to do. My purpose is mentoring youth and writing. I incorporate beauty and fashion by writing blogs to promote Girls Like Me, Inc. I use my artistic eye to design my own websites and graphics. I include singing and dancing in the mentoring events for GLM. I write books and online lessons in an effort to mentor globally. Being good at math and smart has helped me to learn new things quickly pertaining to business and to manage my finances properly. I have learned to flex all of my talents, skills, and interests to strategically propel my purpose. Take inventory all of your talents, skills, and interests, and use what you got to uniquely get what God has purposed you to have and do.

3. Be Consistent. Being consistent has been the hardest for me but I've learned the secret to consistency. You have to be content with making what you have the best. You can't focus on what everyone else is doing. In order to be consistent, find a rhythm and develop an action plan that works for you. Once you know how you work and you know what steps you need to take to get where you need to go, follow your plan religiously. The only time you should look up from following your plan consistently is to congratulate someone else. If you are being consistent with pursuing you passion & purpose, you won't have time to hate on others or to compare your progress to theirs. To be real, it will be exciting and rewarding when you first start. But after a while, it will feel boring and monotonous. It's a good thing consistency isn't based on your feelings. When you are consistent, you do what you have to do no matter what, on time, like clockwork. Even when no one is looking or it seems like it is not making a difference. Consistency helps you to prepare and to have a track record when an opportunity arrives. If opportunity knocked tomorrow, would your history of consistent actions speak for you?

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Thursday, September 8, 2016

It's Just Time

It's Just Time a poem by Elisa Wiah.

But you won't see me sweat.
You haven't gotten what you deserve yet.
I'm not one to sit around and count
Blessing and Curses.
Manipulate me to speak
What my truth is.
Spread your newly formed lies.
I can tell where your thirst is.
I won't be manhandled.
I let you walk over me.
Like He let them.
I humbled myself to your needs.
Did what ever you would plead.
Every day my soul would bleed.
My true intentions you didn't read.
I was never here to harm you.
Only to help.
A servant
Who wanted no more than to be
My best.
It's time to go and you continue to
Break down fences.
Snares, gossip,
Rolled eyes and winces.
I pray you find your sanctity
In a place of no peace.
Now restored.


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Friday, May 13, 2016

My Favorite Christian Vloggers

Hey Lovelies! I am very blessed to have the opportunity to share Jesus Christ, encourage you all, and give advice on this here blog. However, I often look to other Christian vlogs to encourage myself while I'm at work, when I am feeling down, or when I just want to feed my spirit with something positive. So, if you are looking for Christian Vloggers, here is a list of my favorites in no particular order. This post will be updated frequently as I discover awesome, new vlogs. You can never have too much positive influence.

These are my personal favorites. There are many other awesome Christian vloggers. If your faves aren't listed, share it in the comment section!

Christian Vloggers
King James Version Audio Bible
Heather Lindsey
Dephne Madyara
Ashley Empowers

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Chapter 2: Kid Kassidy

Every other Saturday, I go to my sister's hair salon to get my hair done. Kassidy's Klassy Hair Studio. The studio has white walls with flecks of gold leaf. The chairs are white, soft, and simple in construction. The white vanities and stations are fit for the Hollywood back lot dressing rooms of Dorothy Dandridge and Lena Horne. Gold and baby pink accents sprinkle the salon in forms of flowers, picture frames, statues, and vases. This salon is a girl's impeccably styled haven. Very much Kassidy. A far and bright cry from my dreary apartment. My spirits are always lifted while spending time here.

I should've known that Kassidy was going to end up being one of the top stylists in the city. I think it was her lack of patience during our childhood that threw me off the scent of her true destiny. In middle school, her Saturday mornings were spent braiding hair on my grandma's front step. She started at 9 am, braided about 5 heads, and she ended at exactly noon, no matter how many braids she had left on her final customer. No one was going to stop her from watching the fine boys at the basketball court playing pickup games. But she was the best, so they always came back next week... Or after the basketball game, if they ended up being that lucky final client. In high school, she only did her own hair, my hair, and Madison's hair. She didn't want to do everyone's hair because then she would be forced to take styling hair seriously. Her main focus was having fun. Partying and styling hair when she felt like it filled her life's focus at that time adequately. I don't know why we trusted her to practice press and curls with hot combs and Marcel irons, roller sets, relaxers, and sew-ins in our hair. We always looked cute though and the practice paid off. Girls would actually try to jock our hairstyles.

"No one can duplicate a Kassidy's Klassy Kreation!" she used to say those very words jokingly all the time, not knowing it would one day be the tagline and guiding force for her brand.

This particular Saturday at the salon started off as all of our appointments do. As she unraveled the twists in my detangled bra-strap length, kinky coily hair, my sister tried to convince me to try a new hairstyle. She learned how to do braidouts and twistouts just for me since I am her only client who wears natural hairstyles. In return, I let her ramble about all the things she wants to do to my hair.

"Maybe we should do a sew-in. I have hair in the back! And when are you going to let me blowout and flat iron your hair?! It would be so pretty, sis. Matter of fact, you should let me lift your hair color, take you a few shades lighter, and give you a sexy bob cut. It would be cute, straight or curly!"

"Uh... no ma'am. My hair is fine how it is, Kassidy. I am not as cute and stylish as you. I can't rock every hair style. I need to just keep my hair simple. Just blend in, you know?" I had to cut her off on this day. She was doing too much.

Kassidy swung my chair around away from the mirror to face her, leaned in and stared me straight in the eye. "Keisha, you are beautiful and you can rock any style you choose to wear." She sealed the deal with a wink and her signature smile and swung the chair back around towards the mirror. 'Twistout it is!"

Kassidy, my Kassidy. Kassidy doesn't even seem like my little sister some times. And moments like these instantly bring up old memories. Things that shaped her to just know. Since we've been younger, her maturity and life experiences has always surpassed age and established her as the leading sister. The leader of our sisterhood and the leader of our group of friends. Kassidy has always had a bigger than life personality. She is never afraid to take risks, even when she is warned profusely that the mistake she is about make can be detrimental.

Sitting in the chair as my sister parted through my hair effortlessly, twisting my hair gently, routinely rubbing oil on my scalp, and pulling gel through the ends of my hair, my mind continued to drift to the turbulent times that brought us to this serene moment.

When Kassidy was 16, she got tired of doing what my parents told her to do. She didn't want a curfew. At the time, her 21 year old drug dealing boyfriend loved to hit the club with her on his arm. He wanted her to stay the whole night with him. She kept getting grounded and breaking her sentences by sneaking out. My parents were upset, her boyfriend was upset, and Kassidy just wanted to be free. Madison and I warned Kassidy that her boyfriend was no good but it fell on deaf ears. I can't lie, we loved the shopping sprees at Franklin Mills and getting our nails done every week. But now that I am older, I wish I would have stepped into my role as older sister and told Kassidy that all money ain't good money and that everything comes with a price.

At 16, Kassidy decided to move out of our parents house. I was a senior in high school and just focused on graduation. I honestly didn't think she was serious until I came home early on senior day, I went to her room to re-borrow my sweater and her lipstick, and I noticed all of her drawers were empty. A month later, Kassidy found out she was pregnant. Her so-called boyfriend kicked her out when he found out. She was doing so bad in school that year that she stopped going about 4 months before. Instantly, she became a single, pregnant, 16 year old, high school dropout and the price of freedom went sky high.

It was the summer before my freshman year in college when Kassidy told me she was pregnant. Deciding if I should go far way for college was my biggest decision and worry until Kassidy dropped that bomb. I am now glad I stayed close to home and went to school in the city. I don't think I would've been able to focus miles away, not being able to see that Kassidy was okay with my own eyes. I begged and pleaded with my parents to let Kassidy move back in that day. As soon as my mother was about to budge, my father added one of his famous conditions.

"Ok, Kassidy can come back IF she apologizes to your mother and I, agrees to abide by our rules, and goes to rehab."

"Rehab?! Kass isn't on drugs! She's..." I remember vividly stopping mid sentence. I was about to spill the pregnancy beans. She begged me not to tell our parents until she had a plan. "Kassidy is stubborn, like you Dad. She is not going to agree to a punishment nonequivalent to what she did."

"Well she must be on something because she has surely lost her mind!" My father contorted vehemently in his chair. "Since you have all the answers Keisha and you know what's best for Kassidy, tell us, what's wrong with her then?!"

My mom often played referee and she felt it necessary to throw a flag on the play before one of us ran in for the touchdown. "Keisha, your father and I have already discussed that this is the best decision for Kassidy. Even if she's not addicted to any substances -"

"She's not!" I interrupted my mother's doubt to defend my best friend. But my mom continued and my father glared on in rage.

"Even if she's not, at least we can find out why she would do this."

I literally couldn't take it anymore. "You two have held us hostage to your dreams for our future since we were younger. We couldn't have friends outside of church. Our only aspiration had to be to go to college, study business administration, and work for Smith's Construction as secretaries. The will and bylaws are so outdated that I, as a woman, can't even be president of my family's own business."

"That business is the reason you are even able to have the privilege to attend any school you want and not worry about tuition. Your great great grandfather wanted to make sure all of his kids and their kids had an education and a job! Something that he couldn't attain and had to end up creating for himself, his family, us, and you little miss smart mouth." My Dad and I were also just alike. He knew every button to push and he had just pressed all of them at once.

"My life is covered in caveats. If I make one false move, you are going to disown me like you are doing to Kass! We've seen it our whole lives throughout the family. If your dreams, or even your personality, is outside of what is mandated to be a Smith, you won't get any support. Nothing we do is good enough for you. At least Kass was brave enough to take some risks. She didn't do it the best way but at least she did it. I hate business administration. I don't want to be an employee to my idiotic male cousins who barely graduated from college themselves. I hate my life and I am miserable. We have been miserable for years. We only got to be kids at grandma's house. You basically pushed Kass out of the house with all of these crazy rules. If I would've got accepted to SGU, I would've gladly gone 12 hours away just to get away from you, your impossible expectations, and that stupid church!" I had just snapped on my parents. It felt great.

"Watch your mouth, little Girl." For some reason, my father felt talking down to you solidified his power and authority.

"Keisha, calm down." My mom really didn't like arguments. I realized instantly that was one the problems. I snapped some more.

"I am tired of being told to calm down every time I show an emotion other than reverent fear and passivity! Madison is the only good thing that has come out of that church and the only friend we were able to make. But instead of vouching for us, you let her parents tell you that we are bad influences on Madison and can't be her friends anymore! You won't even fight those people for us!"

"Those people are the girl's parents and the Pastor and First Lady of our church home and family. Have some respect." My father finally stood, just to say that.

"Oh so I am supposed to be scared of them, too now!" I said sarcastically.

Trying to deflect the energy of the conversation, my mother quickly inserted herself back into conversation."Keisha, your upbringing has nothing to do with Kassidy not following the rules of this house."

"Mom, the rigid rules of this house have everything to do with why Kass acted out. It's also the reason why your only daughters will never move back in this house."

As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, I knew I couldn't accept any money from the family to go to school. And now I was up the creek holding the paddle while Kassidy was still far away in the boat. I didn't know what I was going to do. I just knew that I wanted to taste freedom, too.

Kassidy spent that entire day at my grandma's house after she got kicked out. My grandma was never the type to bombard us with questions but she always had this way of knowing when she knew something was up. As soon as I finished snapping on my parents, I went straight over to my grandma's to tell Kassidy what happened.

As I we sat on the front step and I began to tell her everything that just happened, her face lit up with shock and amazement.

"Did you really say that to them?" Kassidy asked me in disbelief. All I could do is nod my head to signal a yes in the middle of my own disbelief of all that was transpiring.

"I can't believe they think I would be doing drugs. That sounds like some Holy Cross Covenant mess." As Kassidy said this, all I could do was shake my head. While it hadn't occurred to me, I just realized the possibility of our parents consulting the Pastor about Kassidy was our constant reality. Every time these family issues occurred, I would give my parents the benefit of the doubt. I would hope that them telling the pastor about our home life is not the case. That our business would not become the church's. But it always did.

"Keesh, what are you going to do? You haven't been offered any scholarship money and you weren't accepted to SGU. You've worked hard you're whole life just to go there and double major in creative writing and business administration." As Kassidy grew concerned, all I could do was smile. She never lost her compassion.

"Kass, don't worry about me. Let's focus on you and your major problems. Like number 1: Where are you going to sleep tonight? " We both let out a deep sigh simultaneously. As we sat on the steps in silence for about an hour, all I could think was how grandma's house was always a safe haven. And then, I had an idea.

"Kassidy! I got it, I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner!"

"What are you talking about, Keesh?" Kassidy responded in confusion.

"Ask Grandma if you can live with her." Kassidy looked up to me and stared me in my eyes, as if it would help her process what I just said better.

After our staring turned into shrugs and winces of why-nots, Kassidy stood up and proceeded to walk into our Grandma's house. When I saw her open the door, I hopped up and followed behind her. She was walking really slow through the porch and living room towards the kitchen. I had to nudge her forward so I wouldn't step on her heels. Before Kassidy could even tip-toe into the kitchen out of the living room, Grandma knew we were there.

"So are y'all ready to tell me what's going on now. You two don't stay at my house this long unless you all are upset with your parents." We followed Grandma's voice into the kitchen. She was standing over the kitchen sink, cutting collard greens for her church's weekly dinner. Grandma turned around, looked at us standing back-to-chest, and motioned for us to sit down at the kitchen table.

 We couldn't hold anything back any longer. We let it all go hoping that grandma could magically solve all of our problems. We cried and whimpered as we told Grandma everything. When we finally got through our tearful story, Kassidy simply asked Grandma: "Can I live with you, please?" The weight of her little plea encompassed more pain than she could speak. Gratefully, my grandmother didn't need the whole story to understand.

"Kassidy, you remind so much of your mother when she was your age. She was a risk taker just like you. She never did as many of the foolish things you did but that's because I gave her the freedom to make some of her own decisions. Girls, your mother and father somehow forgot how it feels to be your age because they are so worried about protecting you. They don't realize that their smothering is causing you all not to experience the 'make some stupid decisions' phase. Trying to stop you all from making any bad choices is only making those choices appealing to you. Girls, you are going to have to forgive your parents one day. I know they love you too."

Grandma leaned in and embraced us in a group hug. Then she continued. "Kassidy, you can live here but there are some conditions." We glanced at each other, wondering if these conditions will mirror those of mom and dad. "You have to earn income legally to cover your expenses. You have to pursue an education and a career in something, anything. But you have to do so actively. No men in my house. You shouldn't have any over here with your condition and all anyway. And you have to go to every service my church has unless you are in school, working, or giving birth. Do we have a deal?"


Kassidy spent the rest of the summer getting her GED and saving money for the baby by doing hair in my grandma's kitchen. I ended up going to a local university, one of the best in the nation. I didn't find out until a few weeks before classes were to start that I qualified for a full scholarship because someone backed out to go to another university. I was just grateful I didn't have to use my parents money to fund school and I could study what I want. That's the first time as a semi-adult that I felt the Lord may actually be working things out for me.

As September rolled around, Kassidy tried her hand at nursing school for about a week and she just couldn't do it. One day after I took her to an ultrasound appointment to learn the sex of the baby, she decided to vent during the drive back home.

"I am just not good at nursing school. I hate drawing blood and I suck at science. I always have. I just feel like I can't do anything right, Keesh. I can't believe I am having a baby, a little boy. What am I going to do? I can't mess his life up too."

"Kass, you're doing many things right. You make mistakes but you are good at things. And my nephew will be fine. He's got two aunties and an awesome mom. Everything takes hard work. If nursing fails, you can just keep doing hair."

"You're right. I don't need to be in nursing school."

"Umm that's not what I said..." I wanted Kassidy to keep trying, not quit.

"I'm going to go to beauty school." I let go a sigh a relief.

My freshman year was pretty predictable and normal on the school front. I partied, made good grades, and tried my best not gain 15 pounds even though I ate like a linebacker. My personal life on the other hand was filled with drama. I didn't speak to my mom and dad the whole first semester. My grandmother told them how I was doing. I spent some of winter break in Mexico with a friend from college and Madison. When they went home for Christmas, I decided to stay back until the holiday passed. The day after Christmas, I came back and spent the rest of the break between my grandmother's and the dorm.

Kassidy decided to fast track her hours and attended beauty school practically 18 hours a day. By Christmas, Kassidy was halfway done with beauty school. On January 19, we welcomed the newest member of our family, Harry Smith, Jr.


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Thursday, January 28, 2016

New Blog, Who This?!

Hello Starlets! Brandbuilder Lesson 4: Blog Overhauls

Hello Lovebugs! As you can see, I am branching out and expanding the Miss Elisa K. brand. I have learned so much on my own through trial and error about branding. I don't want to be selfish with this information and I don't want others to make the same mistakes. I want your brands, blogs, & businesses to boom! These lessons are based on my opinions and experiences. Hopefully, my BrandBuilder Lessons will provide the information and encouragement that you need.

If you have been following this blog for a while, you know many things have changed. If you are new, how do you like my little space on the internet? Is it warm? Unique? Inviting? Interesting? Informative? Real? I hope so because that's what I was going for. To get here, this blog has gone through several major overhauls, mostly in design, branding, and nomenclature. However, my last blog overhaul was so drastic because I changed my content focus, got rid of over 400 posts, and narrowed it down to about 80.

Oh, I was serious. This is the year of growth for! But how can the blog grow if it doesn't grow with my lifestyle, knowledge, interests, and goals? I am getting more engagements than ever before and that's because I am focusing on what I know and what I want to accomplish. I am only serving up two niches at a time. I want you to do the same and experience even more success than me. Just tell them: Miss Elisa K. Taught Me ;) Here are my 2 Reasons Not to be Afraid of Blog Overhauls. Trust me, I have way more reasons. If you share and tell all your friends about this post, I'll be more inclined to share them later!

1. You have probably changed drastically. As bloggers, we thrive off of authenticity. When you first started your blog, you were just so happy to start blogging that you really shared so much of yourself. As the blog grew and people engaged, you may have drew back on certain topics or even your approach based on feedback. If you didn't draw back, you have had to spend time defending your stance. A few years pass and you go back to those posts. And the posts aren't horrible but the posts are no longer a reflection of your thought process. You can't remember why you wrote it or how it even shows you in the light you now want to be perceived.

If you experience this while trying to determine if your blog needs an overhaul, ask yourself this question about your old posts: Does this post accurately show the progression of the blog and who I have grown to be? If it doesn't and sways too far away from your current niche, just revert to draft. On the other hand, even if you have changed your niche, there are some posts that are just so well written and really show a special part of your heart and who you are. Those posts are significant to your growth as blogger and a person. This should stay. If someone falls in love with your blog, becomes a super fan, and decides to read your blog from start to present, they should be reading a cohesive story line of your blogging career.

2. You may need to curate multiple blogs. At one time, I was blogging about anything I could think of that was interesting. Then I called myself narrowing down my focus because my work fell into several main categories. They were faith, fashion, music, art, culture, and Philly. I literally used that as my tagline, with a bunch of product reviews stuck in between. Then I decided, that wasn't catchy enough and my focus was too broad. So I narrowed my focus down again. During this time, I was growing strong in my life with Christ and I was mainly listening to Christian hip hop. Also I was doing so many #FoodforThoughts about my walk with Christ. The new focus was faith, fashion, hip hop. But then, I got to another level in my relationship with Jesus where I truly knew my purpose and I realized a full time fashion career wasn't it. The reason I even started the blog was no longer my life's work. I still loved to showcase fashionable women of faith and christian hip hop. I still love telling people about products and my experiences. However, it wasn't working cohesively (THIS WORD AGAIN). This time I didn't just narrow my focus but I had to seriously cut some content.

I decided to use product reviews on Girls Like Me, Inc.'s blog because young girls love product reviews. I also decided to create a feminine Christian Hip Hop space for women of faith. The blog had an okay test launch and I may relaunch if I have more time next year. On, I decided to focus on helping others and giving great advice about blogging, business, and living a life of faith and worship unto Jesus Christ. I recently launched an ongoing fictional writing project, because I know the Lord called me to be a writer. It fits perfectly to me and my readers will love the flow. The blog is easier to market and promote because my subjects aren't so broad. My fictional writing, inspirational words, and entrepreneurial advice may not be the average niche, but it is my niche. And for the first time, after nearly 6 years of blogging, I am confident in my blog and content. Your audience can pick that up through the screen.

Writing is what I love to do and it is who I am now. I can't imagine doing any fashion posts on the blog now because it just isn't who I am anymore. If I have a yearning to write about Philly, art, culture, music, or fashion, I know that I can write when I feel passionately about a topic and submit freelance work to magazines and other blogs. Don't be afraid to contribute to other people's spaces on the internet or even create another to clean up your main space, which is the biggest reflection of who you are.

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