The time has come!

The time has come...next week thursday I really move to Dekalb, IL. I'm flying ou of Fort Lauderdale International to Midway in Chicago. I will be starting my graduate studies at Northern Illinois University. It still really hasn't hit me yet. I am still kinda dealing with my friend's death (Marques Adams) and still getting aquinted with being back in Fort Lauderdale(I loved being home Mom). I haven't been here really long enough to get totally depressed about leaving, but long enough to miss it when I am gone. I will miss the people, places, things that comprise the city and the culture. Since thanksgiving last year I have been kind of looking for the next big thing in my life. After the Halftime Live thing fell apart I have been searching for meaning and purpose. It fell in my lap, sort of inconpsicously, in the form of graduate school. Something that I would never have thought possible. I figured that I would find my own thing to do. I'm not saying,...that I can't hack it, but that it wasn't really a plan of mine. It has been a short and intense road to this step. I am on the verge of tackling a beast, and in the form of a stumbling white girl in any B-horror film, this time my friends .... I can't turn around to save her. This is to say that I have to make the best of this chance. I can't let any one person or thing hold me from completing this task. I want to be a better person, musician, leader, man, but first annd foremost I have to be true to myself and beliefs and study my ass off. I have to put school right behind God and family. Music is included in school though ...so don't worry...lol!

Some of you, that know me remember the days that I said,

" I am done with school after this....yeah done".

What really changed my mind was when my friend Edmond L. Randle passed away in Iraq about three years. I then knew that I had to have purpose with everything that I did....well atleast the best of my ability. He was so talented and smart, but that didn't matter. He had such a future ahead of him, but that did't matter. I looked%