My Story

My Story

I wanted to take some time to introduce myself to my new fellow, readers, writers, and friends. I was recently reminded to share my story. My journey as a writer has not been a simple one. Everyone’s journey is unique, so I will not claim anything special, but I will say I have not shared my own so here goes.

I have always been creative and made up stories. I love talking and my imagination has and likely will always run on a wavelength all its own. And reading was a constant for me and my family. I did not embrace my ability to create stories until after the birth of my 1st child. If you have visited my Dreams of the Heart page, this piece of the story you may know. Dreams of the Heart came by way of a dream. Really it was a nightmare that turned one scene, one horrible thought into a story of triumph and love. I wrote Dreams of the Heart over a 7-year span. Throughout that time I had another child, graduated with a degree in Computer Networking, elevated my career as an IT Professional for a major banking institution, and grew as a wife. Sometime after the 2017 publication of my first novel, I begin to see the world differently. I did not have dreams of a Danielle Steele writing life, I just wanted joy out of my personal career choices. After a year of hard trials and mental strains; God led me to, or I should say pulled me back toward my passions. I reenrolled in school and started the Master in Library Science program. And as if that wasn’t enough I decided to start another book.

In February of 2019, I published my second novel Twin Souls: A Blue Moon Novel, and started a new career as a library professional. This marks a major transition from corporate America, to public service. Before this change, I spent many years striving to be accepted as a black technology professional. I worked very hard on my technical certifications and skillset. It was odd to start over. But necessary.

So, 5 years later I still do not regret my decision. As a public service employee for a public library, I have held an adult librarian role, a training role, and now a manager role. This work connects with my passions of learning, reading, and creativity. I have been able to move more freely and be my more authentic self. The nerdy things I love are typically welcomed. Talking about fantasy books is not only acceptable, but in some library roles required. Most importantly I get to make an impact on the community around me. My work means something and that is all anyone can ask for. While it is a cliché statement, it rings true; If you love your job, you will never work a day in your life.

I hope everyone who visits my page finds their passion. I hope you find your joy and lean into your callings. I have and finally can be me, Tanela Hicks- Librarian, Author, and Friend.

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What Is A Memory

Mind is Heavy

Events, people, and things can hold us in places we do not always want to be. Sometimes, these memories can be like a lifeline, keeping us grounded.

Mind is HeavyOther times, they can be like a rope, following us around. Memories can keep us bound to places, things, or people we otherwise would move on from.

I remember when my first adult memory locked me in place. It was paralyzing and overwhelming. I remember the smell and what I was wearing. I remember the location. And of course, I remember the feeling. I will spare you the details since it was not a pleasant one. I will tell you this, that memory had a hell of a tether. It followed me around for decades as a reminder of all the things I wanted to forget and simultaneously needed to always remember.

I often wondered if it was the memory that held on to me or if I held on to the memory. I guess we will never truly know. About three years ago, that locked-in memory—the one that hurt the most, the one I rarely shared and even less often allowed myself to think about—finally loosened its grip on my heart. I was happy to be delivered from the pain.

Now that this freedom runs free in my mind, I can remember other associated things. I can recall the circumstances as learning lessons. I can remember the people, places, and things involved without strife. I have since learned that it wasn’t about letting go; it was about accepting that event as a part of my story.

Sometimes the best way to lose a memory is to welcome it as part of your story. Acknowledging its effect on your life, owning the pain, and placing it in the proper context within your life story. Good, bad, or otherwise, the things and people that touch us are forever a part of our narrative. Perhaps by letting go and welcoming the memory, you can feel better about your past and maybe even share it with others to help them.

Everyone loves a good book right, even if it is still being written.

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