Banana Bread

Best part working for home; getting to make yummy breakfast.

Ingredients:

  • 1 stick butter (1/2), softened
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 eggs, beaten
  • 1 1/2 cups flour
  • 1 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. Salt
  • 1 cup mashed bananas (about 3)
  • 1/2 cup sour cream
  • 1 tsp. Vanilla
  • 1 cup walnuts, chopped (optional)

Directions:

•Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour one 9-inch loaf pan (or 3 small ones). Pan should be 3/4 full of butter
• In a large bowl, cream the butter with sugar until light and fluffy. Add the eggs and mix well.
• Whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt combine with the butter mixture.
• Add the sour cream, bananas, and vanilla; stir well.
• Pour into prepared pans and bake for 50-55 minutes
• cool for 10 minutes and then turn the loaf out onto a rack

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Life happens

 

An iPhone note journal entry on survival/ changes. There’s this thing my brain does when things get hard or life throws something new and unexpected my way. I panic for maybe 5 minutes tops, and then, I go into survival mode. It’s almost robotic. What can be done? How can this be handled? I think it comes from not having the luxury to feel sorry for myself. It truly is a luxury to wallow, but I also wonder what softness I may have passed up to be this. I think to some it makes me insensitive. I don’t allow feeling sorry for myself, and I don’t feel sorry for others. I always use the empty pantry metaphor. I’m the person you want on your side when your pantry looks bare. We can’t cry because there’s nothing there — we might starve to death in the time it takes us to cry about it. Instead, let’s take stock of what we have and make it work. We can always make it work.

 

 

Find your zen, Darling

 

Hi, friends! Happy Summer. Thank you so much for stopping by to hear my heart today!


I’ve been working/traveling non stop lately so, I hardly have time to write anything now days. I never force a post. It has to be heavy on my heart and on my mind. Quality not quantity, my friends. I was on my way to meeting when I got the call that I didn’t have to come in until later today… let’s just say I was so happy and thankful I got a little extra time to myself

Today I was thinking about what to write about this week. There isn’t really a particular story I can tell you, or a recent situation that I want to vent about. Just a series of little things that add up to a conversation I wanted to have open up.

I have an unfortunately low tolerance for stress. I honestly shut down at the first taste of feeling overwhelmed… Just one of the many reasons I am so thankful to my family and girls. I’ve never seen anyone who can deal with so many issues at once, and still shine so brightly without dimming under pressure. I’m getting better at handling the feeling that I’ve disappointed someone, or the stress of learning how to handle money, work two jobs …  I know there’s so much more that a lot of you deal with on a daily basis, but just to be transparent here: most days I feel like I’m underwater.

When I was growing up, I never had pressure from my parents to be “perfect”. Never pressure from them, or friends. Just from myself. For some reason I operated under this microscope that I made for myself. It wasn’t until one random day, I realized I was actually dying under the hot lights of perfection I placed above me disguised as a halo.

I don’t know how this happened, but in my quest to please God, please my family, please these outrageous standards I’ve set for myself, I disconnected so much from not only myself, but from a lot of other things. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I was hurting on the inside, so I tried so badly to be happy and smile and make people laugh like normal. But in my private moments alone, I was so frustrated and displeased with myself that I would be surrounded by total darkness. I didn’t make room for the light of God but was still trying to be “salt and light” in front of others. You know what? The energizer bunny is a perfect example of what I was. I was running around, beating my drum trying to be adorable and loudly sweet to distract from the pain needing attention inside of my heart.

The light I was shining was temporary, it was synthetic and too bright to be real. For me to want everyone to think everything was perfect and sunny and happy all the time was the contributing factor to being burned out. I was constantly turning my light on for people and off when I was alone because I was trying to conserve the energy I had. Maybe you can relate to this, if not deeply then maybe just on those random days when you’re feeling low. But either way, I am typing this to tell you I’ve been there. Sometimes I still go there if I’m being real!

The reality is, sometimes we feel so deprived of true joy, true friendship and light and we don’t know “what’s wrong with us”. Especially women, I find us giving out so much. Taking care of so many. Being married, working jobs, going to school, holding our families together … We don’t realize that we’re living off of batteries instead of being connected to the source of eternal. I was definitely living off of batteries, just like that energizer bunny. So temporary, an external connection rather than an internal relationship.

It wasn’t until I connected myself to God not just in my deeds, but in my faith. It was then that I was able to actually leave the lights ON. Instead of flipping them off and on to conserve what was left of myself for other’s. When you realize that your identity is in Him, you don’t lose yourself in the pressure of perfection…Because God is perfect. You can leave the lights on not just to shine bright for other’s but in your privacy with God… He sustains you. His source never gives out, it never dims or dilutes. So it’s not your energy that keeps the lights on in your heart, but HIS presence that does.

This is just a reminder today to stay plugged into the Source, give up the batteries and pressure and fear of being “on” for everyone else. 

Be Brave. Live Bright

 

Love Faduma 

Kismayo, Somalia

Home! I’m glad to finally meet you!

Peace and prosperity

Goobweyn: what a beautiful place! Is where Jubba river & Indian Ocean meet.

Mango obsession: I ate and drank for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert ❤  

 

Monday motivation

This morning I woke up to so many of the women I’ve connected through my social media making announcements about their ventures. And they’re killing it out there! These women are powerhouses and paving their own way through the world! I’ve got women on my feed launching their own businesses, raising funds, securing deals left and right, creating successful brands, startups, podcasts, digital talk shows, capsule clothing collections, initiating causes to help others, balancing their 9-5s with their side hustles, enjoying their motherhood and still managing to pursue their dreams… there is SO much inspiration around us and I don’t imagine these women stopping anytime soon (and nor should they because this is just the beginning) 
So, I just wanted to take this opportunity to say – kudos to you all for being able to keep pushing and believing in yourself. Thank you for not only paving the way for yourself, but for those around you as well. May your drives take you far in life and may you all continue to be successful! May you continue to inspire us all. Happy belated women’s history month.
Happy Monday and Happy 1st day of April. 

Love,

Faduma 

 

 

what’s in my bag

Hello Sweet Peas!

Next to diamonds, I’d argue that a good bag is a girl’s best friend. What else holds our entire lives, our on-the-go-life savers, and even some of our deepest, darkest secrets, like a trusty handbag?

Right now, my Kate Spade tote bag is in heavy rotation. My favorite thing about it is that it’s such a compact size. It just holds so much.

I’m the kind of girl who throws everything and then some – laptop, calendar, books, papers, notepads, earring (my favorite accessories), lip balm, a makeup pouch, wallet, change purse, pen pouch, snack bar, lotion, hand sanitizer, a bottle of water – into her bag, just in case.

 

Love,

Faduma 

 

 

Fear of failure

 

 

Last 10 years I’ve traveled on my own whether its study of aboard across the world, or work travel. But I was so scared, overwhelmed and anxious last December to book a ticket to my new adventure. I wanted to be the best, but felt my worst. I wanted to lead, but also felt invisible. Paralyzed by fear of the unknown and frozen by the fear of failing. There is so much I want to be. For God and for me.
 I then began to realize if I kept pushing that date back, I’d NEVER make my dream a reality and if I fail at least I know I tried. It would never be in perfect condition so I just had to go for it.  It will always be a work in progress, and that’s okay.

Starting is the hardest part. I think that holds true for a lot of things in life. Starting a job. Starting an adventure overseas. Starting new relationships. It’s the unknown that scares people. But fear is for people who don’t get out much, and me, I’ve learned to get out much.

 To me, life is about the journey, where you want that journey to ultimately take you, and what you’re going to do when you get there. If you never start the journey, you’re ultimately doing yourself a huge disservice. This can also be paralleled with throwing caution to the wind.

I also learned to put my trust in God and that putting my words down and releasing them into the universe was therapeutic in a way. Maybe I’m not the only one thinking those thoughts, and that was some kind of weird therapy for me. Maybe that helps you,        maybe it doesn’t. 

To combat any fear within yourself, know that you will never have all the answers to your questions and that perfection does not exist, so find the good in the imperfections. They make us human and relatable.

 

Love,

Faduma