Houston, TX 2023 - "How to Be a High Valued Women" Event by Earline Buggs
Hey Hey Everyone!
After the last post, I realized I would be doing you and I a great injustice if I didn't explain a big part of my life between age of 10 (first soccer camp) and 13 years old (favorite soccer player’s camp!!!)
At 10, my family was separated. My mom was away and it was me, my brother, and dad for a while. We also lost our house. It was very confusing one day to show up and all our stuff on the front lawn. From then on, well…you can imagine why it is so easy for me to pick and go travel :).
It was moving from place to place looking for a forever home, but nothing ever felt the same. We always had a roof, a blanket, and food which we are thankful for. We lived with different relatives, but as you can imagine, it was not always pleasant when you have 3 extra bodies invading their space and normal routines. We finally landed in our first apartment of our own after about of the year. It was one floor of a townhouse, but we were really thankful. The floors were a bit slanted and me and my brother atleast had our own couch to sleep on. At this point, it was nice to be united with our mom again.
I say this because we love to post all the glitz and glam on social media, but no one celebrates that path to get there. Sometimes yes, we want to forget about it, but we shouldn’t. It made us who we are. Once again, I share my story to build a bridge and connection with other people’s stories so we can be set free from our old mental cycles that may be keeping us hostage. Embrace and love your story and use it to help the next person.
I do have one thing as one of my prized possessions - a green rolling wooden tote box. It is about 4 feet by 2 feet long. My mom gifted it to me before she went away. I didn’t know why at the time, but I still have it to this day. Every place I have lived in the USA, it has been with me. It has been all over the country from Maryland to North Carolina to Louisiana to Washington State and Florida. It is still in really good condition and so handy. I’ll have to post a photo of it when I am reunited with it after my stint in Asia.
I remember an image of wearing these pink stretch pants my aunt or my cousin gave me. I loved their hand me downs. I was sitting in the stands of one of my cousin's professional women's soccer games. I still can't believe how obsessed I was with the players and their stats and the games. I guess it was such a nice escape from day to day life to be encapsulated by the game. Part of me still mourns that I was so enfactuated by their lives and art of the game that I was not living my own. I didn't know how. I thought if I just be a "good little girl" some day that would be me. Umm...yea... honestly that could not be more far from the truth. But I can only say that from my 34 year old self now.
The truth is we may not look like what we’ve been through like my green tote box. That’s a good thing. We are way more powerful and resilient than we give ourselves credit for.
And for the next quest… high school … and all the adventures that come with it… Now we are going coast to coast...
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