I had a completely different post scheduled for today. But I just watched a man die in cold-blood and my opinion on the book Eight Hundred Grapes (though good), just seems less relevant right now. 

I'm not an emotional person. Some would even categorize me as cold, but to watch a man that looks like he could very well be my cousin, uncle, church member, my fiance... my Dad, even the coldest couldn't help to be emotion. My friend Tashi summarized it perfectly: "If you have ever loved a Black man, then you understand the panic, the dread, the hopelessness we are feeling."

So it's Friday afternoon, you're packing up to head home to play with your puppy and your coworker says: "Bye! See you Tuesday!" 

And you're thinking: Oh, another vacation Becky? *insert side-eye*

And then it dawns on you that it's Memorial Day Weekend... 

...and you have no plans. 

Chileeee. It's been so long since I've been on here, that I forgot how to write. Alright, I'm exaggerating... but still it's been a minute. 

By now you should be: excited, happy, nervous and scared. I want you to know that everyone from the upperclassmen to the graduated alumni have all felt those SAME emotions and I want you to know that it's going to be okay.

Wow! The response I received from The Biggest Lie I've Ever Told has been overwhelming! Thank you all for the well wishes and the support that Mike and I have received on my "confession". Inevitably though, with the well wishes came the: "why am I just now finding out?" and "why didn't you tell me sooner?", which brings me to today's thought of: protecting your dream. 

In the past 5 years I have told this lie at least 3 times. I've told it to family, friends and I've said it so much that I even started to believe myself. Today, I've decided that I'm done lying and I'm coming clean... on my blog.