Yo Mama

It’s 7 AM, you smell bacon in the house but you’ve literally never cooked anything in your life. Wait, are those cheese eggs you smell too? What’s going on?


You rush outta bed because it’s late and you’re greeted by an older woman who looks kinda like you. Then you realize you’re 10 years old and the only thing you’re late for is first dibs on morning breakfast.


Mom says, “eat your eggs, they’re good for your brain,” well at least that’s what my mom used to say.


Mom’s are the best, aren’t they?


I mean they literally do EVERYTHING for you until you inevitably grow up, hit puberty, and literally, beg your mom to let you do the laundry so she doesn’t see your “special” socks that somehow stand straight up in the laundry basket (oh, am I the only one on that one??)


I digress…


Moms are great, but they aren’t all great. You see sometimes mom’s can mean well and be the most supportive, but sometimes they can be a little ignorant. Lemme splaineth ye squire.


The thing is, mom’s by their very nature are protectors. They want the best from you and will help you through every and anything, but unfortunately, the truth is that they can’t really protect you from everything.


You see in protecting you from everything you lose your resourcefulness. If your whole world’s a bubble, the second you step outside that bubble your whole world is going to collapse.


So what is it that you can do about this exposure to b.s that is dropped on us on a daily basis in our adulthood? Well, you can do what a lot of people do and succumb to it or you can do what one of my mentors taught me. Search for the truth.


Let’s get back to the story. I was 10 and I wasn’t particularly hungry because I had some friends invite me to a now defunct theme park called Opryland that wasn’t too far from my home at the time in Clarksville, TN. I was excited about the trip but I had a meeting with a particular inverted roller coaster that I wasn’t all that thrilled about.


The whole ride there I was nervous, my palms were sweaty, and I kept thinking about who would attend my funeral. Fast forward a few hours and somehow I got the courage (actually, I was literally pushed into and held in line) to ride what I vaguely recall as the Hangman or something like that.


The whole time I thought “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…,” but alas, I didn’t. (go figure) I ended up having a great time and I actually rode that bad boy again. But when I look back knowing what I know now, I wish I’d approached the whole situation a little differently.


The truth is that I didn’t die, yet that thought kept crossing my mind causing me to be apprehensive about a perfectly safe situation. It’s the same thing that happens to millions if not billions of people every day. They experience fear, they tell themselves a story that they made up or they may have heard from someone who might fear for their safety, and they simply bail.


The moral of the story? Don’t listen to yo mama! Nah, just kidding.


Seriously though, moms are really great and we, of course, wouldn’t be here without them. It’s just that sometimes you have to search for the truth in the matter.


Could I have died on that roller coaster? Possibly…but what good would that have done for me to think about that slight possibility?  When it’s time to go, it’s time to go and no amount of fear is going to prevent that.


Speaking of time, that’s mine. A little longer today, because of my story, but I think it was worth it to let you know that you don’t always have to err on the side of caution. Get out, live a little, and search for the truth that will set you free from fear.


Jerry “I ain’t scared of no coaster” Washington


P.S. I was thinking about this while I was shopping for Mother’s Day gifts. (If you haven’t got yours yet, you’re welcome for the reminder) Not sure what I’m getting, so leave a comment below with what you’re getting or thoughts on what I should get. And as always if you want to get in touch with me and speak with me personally, feel free to hit me up here. Talk soon…

Chuuuuch! (I’m scared )

So I was talking to my mom the other day as I sometimes do when I want to be told that I need to shave my beard

Normally by mid conversion I get the usual “why don’t you own a house yet,” shpeel
But this time she was on something way different

She said why don’t you go to church?

I said well my church is when I read books like the bible and listen to ministers on tv.

She says to me in that motherly tone,

That’s not enough

You see what you may not know about me is that I grew up in a…

Church…Like, I mean not going Trick or Treating because it was the devil’s holiday,
Knowing the books of the bible in chronological order,
Grandma praying with me everywhere we went…
Grew up in a church

So in this industry and in this time it is hard for me to sometimes identify with the complexities of it all so I bail when it comes to anything religious nowadays and hope my education and good works will get me into heaven…if there is one.

Son, she said to me,
It’s not only about learning more
But it’s being consistent with your studies as well as fellowshipping.


Mom was right.
It’s exactly what I’ve been telling my program members for years not to mention, you the reader for almost 2 months now.

You’ve got to be consistent and you’ve got to do it with people that will keep you accountable.

Ah shucks, I hate it when mom is right!

So what do I do?

Well here it is about 2:30PM on
Saturday and you know what?

I didn’t go 🙁

You know why?
Well Joseph, let me hold your amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for a brief moment while I relate this to you

*shakes it out* Frankly, I pussed out
(Here’s your coat back)
I was just too scared of what people would think of me.
They would judge all that I did
All that I said
All the time I had been away
I just couldn’t
Not today

Wow, sounds a lot like when YOU haven’t been to the gym in awhile right?


Dood, I feel ya. I’m like 120% percent there
What’s worse?
I feel worse that I didn’t go and I’m already having anxiety about whether I should go next Sunday.

It’s like anything broseph
We get all upset and worried that people are gonna notice our insecurities when in all actuality…
Everyone is too concerned about their own shit to even think about yours

No one is perfect and, I more than anyone, now understand that fact 100%
I just ask that you don’t make the same decision as I did today                                                       To choose to side with your fear over doing what’s good for you.

I almost don’t even feel right putting this link here because of how I feel about not going to church today, but if you want to join a group that really understands and respects those that want to make a difference in their lives,
And you’re a little braver than me today and are willing to take the next step to leaving fear and replacing it with fit. I urge you my brother to come forward to the alter

Click here: Private Facebook group: Project SELFFY
Jerry “WWJD” Washington

P.S. I found someone to fix my computer.(Thanks for asking) Gonna be an easy fix. Kudos to the staff at Best Buy for pointing me in the right direction. Hopefully we’ll see us back to normal by the end of the week.