It's just a look into our lives
for the last two years and why we've been sorta MIA. Take a moment and chew on
what we've written...and hopefully it can help you in some way.
All of Our Love,
Julius & Rachel
It's been a while since we've
written for this blog. When life started happening, it was the last thing we
thought about. In June of 2014, we celebrated our five year anniversary and it
forced us to sit and reflect on the last five years. No doubt, they've been
hard, but manageable. The last year and a half presented us with new issues
that we'd never thought would hit our door and forced us to become even closer
to each other, but most importantly, to God.
If you don't have a minute...set
this down and come back. We've got a story to tell and it's a doozy.
Let me start this off by saying that
2011 and 2012 were very good years. Not all great things were happening during
those times, but we were finally getting a handle on everything. For those of
you who have been with us since the beginning, you know that for our first two
years of marriage, we lived in a college dorm room. It was a sacrifice we made
to get our post-graduate schooling paid for. Our kitchen was a hot plate and toaster oven on top of
a bed. (Yikes!) So when we finally graduated in 2011, (him with his
MBA and me with my JD) we were finally ready to leave the dormitory we called
home for two years and begin behaving like adults. We were moving to Los
Angeles, CA.
2011 was awesome because we'd
graduated, were out of the dorm, able to move to Los Angeles, Julius was
working, and I just passed the bar exam and got an amazing job a few months
after moving to LA.
2012 was awesome because we finally started
making some money. I mean the good kind. The kind that allows you to start
looking for homes in Los Angeles. Yea...you know the kinda money I'm talking
about. We got a dog, did some traveling and enjoyed life. Nevertheless, we
still felt like we weren't being paid our worth and we were working too hard to
still feel so broke and beat down. That's when it happened. We changed our
prayer, and boy did it change us. At the end of 2012, we started praying for
wisdom, peace, joy, discernment, and financial freedom. As I sit here writing
this, I ask myself, if I knew then, what I know now, would I still have the
same prayer? The tired part of me says "HELL NO!" the fulfilled part
of me says "absolutely!"
2012 was going so good, I decided to
take the February 2013 California Bar Exam. Doing this would allow me to at
least triple my income, without adding much effort. Who doesn't want that?
January 2013, I began studying for the bar exam, and shortly thereafter, all
hell broke loose. About a month into studying for the bar exam, Julius got
sick. Real sick. Not death bed sick, but sick enough for me to stop studying
for a few days. I knew from a previous rendezvous with the bar that I could
only afford a few days of not studying before I hurt my chances. Julius wasn't
getting better and now my dog is sick too. I start having panic attacks because
I'm not sure what God is telling me. Take care of my sick husband, or study so
I can pass. I tried to do both. Huge. Mistake. It got to a point where I was
having anxiety attacks every time I tried to even look at a notecard. All while
we're doing this, we're handling a lot of things spiritually. Trying to find
peace and joy when all we have is pure turmoil. I stopped studying. It was the
only thing that gave me peace. Three weeks before the exam, I never pulled out
another notecard. I just felt like passing wasn't worth me neglecting my
husband and sacrificing my peace of mind. I still took the exam hoping that
what I'd done was enough.
Now while all this is happening,
Julius is sick, but Julius is still working. The issue is, he had "no
choice." You know those seasons in companies that have blackout days,
where you MUST work. Julius's department had these four times a year, where
he's working damn near 60-70 hour weeks. Did I mention he's VERY ill? At this
point I'm fed up. Julius HATES his job, he feels awful, and can't stop working.
Nope. I finally convince Julius to put in his two weeks notice. I'm satisfied
with this request, because once I pass the bar, I can take on the finances of
the household while he recoups. Plus my job was going fabulously before I went
to study for the bar, so I could take it.
I take the bar and come back to
work. A little background. I finished the bar and came back to work, and when I
tell you the shit was in SHAMBLES...that's what I mean. It was like no one had
done any work while I was gone. So now I'm sitting here wondering if this is
really a place I can stay to keep my household afloat while Julius recovers.
This is when things really get interesting.
Julius's last day was scheduled for
3/28/2013. On 3/27/2013 (this is also Julius and my 10 year anniversary as a
couple) I receive an email saying that we should go our separate ways. I
totally agreed, because it had gotten bad, but what was I going to do? We had
enough savings for a few months, but nothing that would last us in Los Angeles.
(Uh. Oh.) It was cool because even though I left the firm, I had back logged
settlements that should hold us over until we got on our feet. Except, my boss
decided arbitrarily to withhold all of my settlements and basically said, if I
want them, I'd have to take her to court. Ummmm what?!? Yes. So no jobs, no income,
no health insurance, and no prospects.
So I'm thinking, God must have us on
this bar exam. I mean, how else does this work? LA is expensive. Neither of us
have other options, this must be it. Nope. I FAILED. Now we're just looking at
each other and looking up...like...umm...what's the deal?
Now while ALLLLLLLLLLLL of this is
happening, our lease is up on our current apartment. We wanted to move out of
our one bedroom and move somewhere else. Before I failed the bar, when I still
had hope we would be fine, we'd already looked at a spot. It was a two-bedroom,
two bathroom loft with a walk score of 97. It was exactly where we thought we
should live after a dormitory and a cramped one-bedroom. I looked up, prayed,
and filled out the application. Now here's the kicker. I didn't lie on the
application. I said straight up, we have no jobs, no income, and no prospects.
We were approved in less than 24 hours. LOOK. AT. GOD. (And Julius's credit
LOL) We're moving on up. Things are tough, but we got our dream spot. Also, the
other option was an Extended Stay...and No.
The first month things are going
well. Julius is healing and working on television properties that he's
pitching, and I'm working on something HUGE for Howard University. The feedback
we've received has been extremely positive and now we believe we're finally
working towards the goals God had for us all along. Except, things stopped
going so great month two. Folks we had been dealing with went MIA. Emails and
phone calls went unanswered. Our credit cards are maxed. We're either not
qualified or uninterested in most of the jobs in the market, and no calls back
from the few we did apply to. Now we're down to our LAST $20.00 and rent
is due. We waited for eight (8) days for a breakthrough or something. Nothing.
What we did get was an eviction notice. We look at each other just exhausted.
We've cried too much. Argued too much. Tried too hard, and we don't know what
to do. We were so broke, we were sharing Chipotle bowls, trying to get all the
free extras we could. With nothing left to do, Julius calls his father.
He explains to him the situation and
without hesitation he transfers the exact amount Julius asked for to his
account. LOOK. AT. GOD. Now you know, the LAST thing we wanted to do is call
our parents. ESPECIALLY to cover our expensive CA living expenses. But the
truth was, we didn't have any other options. Julius had relapsed. I woke up
each morning with panic attacks and gastrointestinal issues. Even if we wanted
to work, physically we couldn't. We were emotionally, mentally, and spiritually
drained.
There were some days we just spent
in dark spaces. Words like divorce and separation seemed like foregone
conclusions. Prayers were seemingly going unanswered and while all of this was
happening, the world continued to spin as if ours wasn't in complete shambles.
In fact, the only person that knew of what we were going through was Julius's
dad. No one else knew. Many of our closest friends and family members are
reading about this for the first time, right now. To the rest of the world, we
were just on our grind trying to make it happen. Our world was completely
falling apart.
Each month we got new hope followed
by major disappointment. Each month, we had to cry and make another phone call.
Each moment, we were praying that this is what God wanted for us. This has been
the pattern and remains that way to this day.
Fast forward to May 2014. At this
point we're debating leaving California so that we can pursue our endeavor with
Howard University full-time. We're admittedly reluctant because the University
has been less than helpful, but we believe in our work and that ultimately
Howard will pull it together. We decide to leave California. At this point, we
have no money, no prospective place to stay, and no jobs. Then I get a message
from my line sister (Hey PRIVY)...
She explains that she'll be gone for
the summer, and we are more than welcome to stay in her apartment until we get
on our feet. LOOK. AT. GOD. We're on our way back to DC, have a place to stay,
and meetings set up with all the right folks, we're cooking with gas. Because
we couldn't afford to ship our car, we packed it up and drove cross country. We
gave all of our belongings away to a family in need, because, of course we
couldn't sell it. (Even though we tried) And kissed CA good bye. Everything was
looking UP.
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Yea...no. Two months of diligent
work were put in. Positions that were supposed to be secured fell through,
folks who thought they had power to get things done did not, and my line sister
is coming back in a week. What in the world are we going to do? Go back home?
Go back to the office jobs we left, that made us physically ill and gave us no
peace? If that's the case, what was all this suffering and hope for?! We decide
to remain diligent.
Nevertheless, my line sister comes
back, we move out...and we stay in a hotel for a week. Hoping, praying, pretty
much begging, for something to happen. A few meetings gave us hope...but
eventually the hotel stay points we accumulated from maxing our credit cards
dissipated and we either had to go home, or find some place to stay, but we
couldn't afford to stay at a hotel another night. In walks Julius's older
brother. He has a spare room, and offers it to us for as long as we need.
So now (present day), here I am,
back leaned up against the door, trying not to touch the air mattress he's
sleeping on...because it'll surely wake him up. I know he's exhausted, because
we have to blow it up 2 or 3 times every night. But thank God I'm not sleeping
in my car or under my parents' roof. I look at him, I look around, and even
though I probably shouldn't, I feel so incredibly free.
Why?!
We believed, and still do, with all
our hearts, that this is exactly the path we're supposed to be on. It's been so
ugly, you might ask why.
Since that fateful day in March
2013, Julius and I have had the opportunity to spend 24/7 with each
other. It has been an interesting transition, but now we can't imagine NOT
being around each other allllllll the time. And y'all thought we were bad
before. (Yikes!)
We've been allowed to dream, and
pursue those dreams fervently.
I, personally, have broken free from
the monsters of anxiety, (which I had Every. Single. Day.)
people pleasing, and insecurity.
Also, my gastrointestinal issues have been all, but cured. Julius's illness has
gotten much better and he's much happier, outside of corporate America.
Since we haven't had health
insurance, this season has forced us to try natural remedies to address our
ailments. We (especially me) now see the benefits of acupuncture, medicinal
marijuana, and having good health.
Most importantly, we understand, all
too deeply, what the saying "health, before wealth" means.
Our marriage is so much stronger. We
also appreciate the privacy we were afforded by our friends and family. That
time allowed us to decide to go into business with each other, and handle those
growing pains outside of the public eye.
We don't know what happens next.
What this faith journey has taught us, is that We. Are. Not. In. Control. Of.
Any. Damn. Thing.
It behooves us to remember that.
We have billionaire dreams, and
trillionaire ambitions. I've needed every single bit of growth I've experienced
these past few years, and know I couldn't undertake the task placed ahead of us
without it. And when I look at stories of success, these hardships are always
riddled through it. What makes us any different?!
We've lost friends, because they
just couldn't understand our need for privacy. They'll no doubt come out of the
wood work to apologize, and we'll listen. But really, we know where we stand.
As we prepare to go to our first gym
session of the summer (if you see me, don't say shit about my weight, lest you
get cussed out), we remain so humbled and optimistic for our future. We could
tell you what we're working on, but then we'd have to kill you. I guess this
story is to let you know, whatever we achieve, when He says it's time,
know....It didn't happen overnight.