Maybe wearing a dominatrix mask or crime fighting disguise was not the best way to sell success to my audience or get my point across. My friends openly mocked me and told me my persona was absurd. Why would a grown professional woman of color run around in a Halloween costume? The consensus was that I must be attention seeking, crazy or everything in between. I was none of the above but it was my persona. It was me. It was how I felt about myself inside. So despite what anyone else said, I went ahead and became who I was born to be –Super. I attached the Sistah to the name because that was another important part of my identity. The Super Sistah was born and my voice was heard.
Part of getting ahead is knowing who you are. No one can achieve any type of success without having a strong sense of identity. Lots of people let the world, their friends and their family define their identities. They’re only mommy, wife, sister, friend, co-worker, bum, felon, fat or failures. Not me. I was Super Sistah and I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me who I should be. I gave myself a name and identified my super powers. I was a writer, educator and success coach. These powers were my gift to the world. I used them to propel people to new heights by motivating them to reclaim their lives regardless of failures and adversity. When you break bad habits or behaviors sometimes the process hurts. I do it without flinching, coddling or telling people what they want to hear. A flurry of soothing platitudes never helped anybody get to where they need to be. The truth hurts.
If you have a dream, a desire, a destiny or a handicap, a hurdle or a problem, you must first surrender fear, destroy any defeatist mentality and claim your name and your identity. This is the first step before anything can be achieved.
I’m the Super Sistah and I believe that every sistah is super. So what are your powers? Tell me your superhero name and identity?