TIRED!!!

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Over the last 7 months if asked you might hear me say “I am tired”. Now on the surface it may not look like it but, internally it’s how I feel. Emotionally, it’s how I feel. Physically, it’s how I feel. But, instead of trying to understand my explanation for my being tired I get met with responses like “Oh you are still young” or “Me too” but never the empathetic “Tell me why you are tired” and have someone truly understand what I am saying. So what ends up happening is I become a little upset because I can see the disregard and disrespect being applied, and then I go into this mode where I become a little angry, a little less concerned, stand-off-ish, and less productive.
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One End Is Burnt Out

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I would like to dedicate this post to any and everyone who had found themselves in this place of life, especially as it pertains to the relationship/marriage arena. It is NEVER easy accepting, coping with, and freely moving on when the light burns out on one end of the candle.
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The Wrong Presumption Pt. 1

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I will never forget the day I got the call about the position. Lots had been going on for me, some good some bad but, what I knew was my mindset and attitude was ready. I had made my mind out that I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. And the only way to change some things around me was to change some things around me.

                                  ***PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE WORD PRESUMED****
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The Real Truth Is…1

So it’s been a minute since I have had an opportunity to do anything, especially post. Since my last post a lot has been going on. And trust me when I say I am so grateful for everything that has been happening because some doors closed and some chapters ended but, I swear before it could even register that a door closed or chapter ended…another door opened and a NEW chapter began. I mean expeditiously and to THE CREATOR I give a heartfelt “Thank You” to. That is why I am so passionate about what I do. And The Real Truth Is…no matter the challenge, loss of time, loss of money, clients, or friends…They can’t take the LOVE I have for what I do away.

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Stop And Take A Good Look

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Welcome to the NEW OFFICIAL website for me…Seaniemo. This particular domain has been with me since the very first day I was introduced to websites, having a website, and learning how to build/maintain one. I have to thank a kat I will always consider my brother he is Aaron Brazell. I will never forget that day…

We were in “The Lab” (as we so eloquently called it) at work. Now the lab was really the basement section of a building on the BUMED campus where we worked on computers. It was him, Mr. Frank, & I that occupied that space. It was actually like our home away from home. See in order to come in, we had to let you in (unless you had a key) and it was tucked away from all the noise and chaos that was going on outside and in the other buildings. On this particular day we (Aaron and I) were having a discussion on the many reasons why Aaron SHOULD NOT go into the Armed Services. See he was a young kat who was in the middle of some life changes.

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WHY I DIDN’T ATTEND THE #MILLIONMANMARCH

It’s the day after the #MillionManMarch and I thought I would finally take a minute to do this post. This post is not meant to disrespect or minimize the positive efforts of  Minister Louis Farrakhan, the NOI, and any persons who were on the side of strengthening a people.  And always before I begin, I need to do this….

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Yesterday here in Washington, DC the #MiilionManMarch was held. It also marked the 20th Anniversary of the event. And just like 20 years ago I did not attend it. Now the reason I didn’t attend the first one was because I was living in Houston, TX at the time and had no money to come to DC. But, I did watch it on TV because at that time I felt a sense of urgency on my part.

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Underneath It All…2

So after all that I was done. It wasn’t until I thought deeply about it. Prayed, fought the guilty feeling that tried to come up because the hard decision had to be made. And then the reality kicked in…I looked at show numbers vs station numbers as a whole and here was the harsh reality. One show had high numbers for their time block and the other didn’t. their listenership in comparison to normal listenership differed dramatically. On a normal listening block I would see more listeners from other countries and on their blocks it was US only. when you do that math those numbers did not equate to any form of revenue for the station.

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