#WasteHerTime2016

“I got a lot of living to do before I die and I ain’t got time to waste.
— Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson, in Wanksta

As a makeup artist, I service many clients. A lot of my clients share the most important moments of their lives with me. From baby showers to high school proms to weddings, I love each experience. I am always excited to add my touch to these milestone events. While I am a professional who is always looking for ways to advance my business, I would be remiss if I didn’t say that I am always looking for ways to advance my personal life as well. 

 

I have been working to be the best version of me that I can. I am more spiritual and work to align myself with respect to my ancestors. I make special efforts to support my friends in their endeavors. I give every ounce of my being to my family. I am healing my scars, eating better and trying to live right. I am loving harder and traveling more. I have a 30 before 30 list filled with goals that I am checking off by the week, in hopes of being fulfilled and not wasting any time. I am definitely proud of who I have grown to be, but being single and approaching 30 is something that has consumed much of my mental space for the past year.

 

In a time where DM’s and the clicking the ‘like’ button on social media replaces the authentic approach for interest from a prospective mate, it is increasingly hard to sift through the real prospects and the time wasters. I am usually very private about my dating life because I love Black men so much and never want to come off as a male basher. However, when my friend (and talented photographer, Josh Alvies) and I were speaking of photo inspiration, he had this idea for a woman being stood up on her dates. Since I could relate to being the poster child for #WasteHerTime2016, I decided to use our shoot as inspiration to share some of the stories that did not make the cut for a book that I’ve been working on about my dating life... or the lack thereof.

 

Though I advocate positive energy, I think it is important to share the lows along with the highs in life. While many of my ducks are in a row, many are not. In fact, many are out here waddling in blind foolishness. That is okay. I have learned to embrace it. With yet another cuffing season rapidly approaching, I thought it would be fun to share some of my recent dating experiences as I vow not to let another #WasteMyTime story happen to me... at least for the rest of 2016.

 

“Once, Twice, Three Times of Wasting…”

  • This man: brown-skinned with a full beard, intellectual and well-spoken was a friend of a friend. He and I shared articles, perspective and conversation that left the other intrigued and enlightened. A talented poet and lyricist, he had a smile that lit up the room and a tone in his voice that was calming. We had one date over tea that lasted for hours and a year later somehow got re-acquainted. The time we were planning to get together again, he chose a place to meet for a meal. We were supposed to meet at a specific time so I arrived promptly. I was greeted with an empty parking lot and a closed restaurant. I called him and got no answer. Recognizing that I have the tendency to be impatient, I decided to give him a chance to arrive. I called him a few times while I waited. An hour later, he finally called me back. He apologized for his lack of response and advised that he’d left his cell phone at home originally. Since this restaurant was closed, he asked me to meet him at a bar that was about 20 minutes away. Deciding to give him another opportunity, I agreed. I arrived at this next place and he was no where in sight. Impatient by this point, I called him. He did not answer his phone. Frustrated and disappointed, but with nothing else to lose, I decided to wait anyway. An hour later as I was on my way home, he called me and apologized because although he invited me to this place, he “didn’t know where it was.” He used his eloquence to disguise a request for me to watch Netflix and Chill. I took down his address and drove... home! I looked for Ashton Kutcher or an off-brand version to meet me at home to tell me that I had been Punk’d. Like this man who played me three times in one night, unfortunately, he never showed up.

 

"ANOTHER ONE"

  • This guy went to my college. For the sake of being pleasant, I won’t describe him physically. I will say that he was pursuing a music career and from the social media posts to personal style, fashioned himself after DJ Khaled. When we were at school, I tried to catch his attention by taking him soup when he was sick. We both loved hip hop so when a particular artist that he liked had a CD that dropped, I picked it up for him. For whatever reason, he curved me. I easily forgot about him and moved on. Years later, thanks to good old Facebook, we reconnected. We casually conversed and hinted at interest. Against my better judgement and because my mom told me to, I gave him another shot. He lived in another city so he asked me when a good time to visit would be. I told him a date and we spoke about things that he might like to do when he visited. I found all of the city’s attractions and was anticipating his arrival. He arrived to the city and was then too busy to hang out. When I finally did get his time, we were going to have dinner. He was starving so instead of going to the restaurant I had chosen and waiting 30 minutes, we went for pizza. I was to be his hostess, so I covered dinner for our first date. We were supposed to hang out again the next evening. It turned out that we did not hang out again at all. He chose to attend a party that I initially invited him to, but he told me he wouldn’t be interested in. He reached out to me when it was convenient for him again. I never responded. If he couldn't be "smart, loyal, grateful and appreciate me" like Khaled praised his women friends for being, then he would just be another one thrown into my sea of forgotten ones.

 

Spaceships don’t come equipped with rear view mirrors
— Andre 3000, International Player's Anthem
  • I met this guy at one of our city’s popular Thursday night spots. He had fair skin, thick eyebrows and a bleached-tipped, curly fro-hawk much like Odell Beckham, Jr. He was really handsome, skinny and probably one centimeter taller than me. He approached me with a joke and proceeded to make me laugh throughout our whole interaction which made him even more attractive. We exchanged numbers and texted, then eventually spoke on the phone. Jumping into the conversation like we’d known each other for years, he and I had a great connection. We planned to go to the movies one weekend. We were to meet at 8pm. He told me he had just gotten back in town so to give him a chance to shower. I did that. Since I had already gotten dressed, I went to my studio to do some work while I waited. He texted every 20 to 30 minutes with an update and to push the meeting time back a little more. It got to be midnight and I sent him an eloquent text that said in so many words; “I don’t care how ‘fahn’ you are. I am going home.” He asked me to meet me where ever, just to see each other. Again, I had already wasted my night so I wanted to see if he was actually as cute as I remembered. Carrying an empty red solo cup and with that same perfect smile, he met me. I gave him a hug, told him he'd never have another chance to make me wait again and jumped in my car to dip as fast I could.

 

*If you, too, have wasted my time in 2016 or prior, stay tuned for my novel to be released early 2017 for your shout out. LOL

There's Beauty in The Struggle: Good Friday

There is a supreme moment of destiny calling on your life. Your job is to feel that and to know that.
— Ms. Oprah Winfrey

 

That supreme moment, for me, was Good Friday 2011.

If you know anything about me. You know I love rap music. I love the poetry in the lyrics and the therapy of the expression. I grew up rushing home after school as child, not to go outside and play with my friends, but to catch Rap City. I think that plays a huge part of who I am as a person. I don't deny that at all. I love it. I love using simple language to convey a thought versus trying to impress people with extensive etymology. Knowing this about me might help you receive me better. (Look at me opening up to people, LOL). Anyway, recently listening to the words of J. Cole's, "Love Yourz" helped inspire me on this post.  There is beauty in the struggle.

I was involved in an accident with a semi-truck that literally turned my life upside down. I learned that no matter how beautiful you may appear to be, how many accomplishments you may have earned, or even how intelligent others think you are… nothing is guaranteed. In a single moment, it can all be taken away.

I lost my memory. I had damage to my inner ear and as a result could not walk alone. My face was so swollen that I was unrecognizable. I had to cut off my hair to treat the wounds in my scalp from surgery. I could not use products with chemicals such as relaxers in the little hair that I did have because they would aggravate my healing. I couldn’t wear wigs because I couldn’t handle the restriction on my scalp. I couldn’t wear weaves because I was pained by the tension. I did not drive because I had extreme anxiety and fear of other drivers. I conditioned myself not to emote because whenever I experienced extreme anger, sadness, fear, shock or even happiness, I felt immense nerve pain. I had migraines almost every day. I had sinus fractures and had to learn to sleep in new positions (whenever I could actually sleep). I gained weight because of my inactivity. I did not have a car. I did not have money. I was rejected for hundreds of jobs. I had to move in with my parents.

Humbled to say the least.

There is good news though. There is beauty in the struggle. I love J.Cole for making that phrase popular.

I felt like while I was experiencing these changes, I allowed myself to feel, hear and know. My destiny was bigger than what I had been allowing myself to see. Through my recovery, I had the opportunity to learn to live my life without fear of saying the right thing or doing the right thing. I learned to follow my heart. I had developed the fearlessness to take a step away from things that made me unhappy. I worked on making some of my ideas come to life. I learned to accept new challenges.

There are so many privileges we take for granted, believing that we’ll have other chances. Believing that we are entitled to our blessings and that we are an exception to the rule. It wasn’t until I allowed myself to really feel, hear and know as Ms. Winfrey referenced, that my life changed.

As a Christian, I commemorate Good Friday. I’m no minister, but I believe that Jesus was crucified on that day. I think about the pain that I went through on Good Friday 2011. While it does not compare to the crucifixion by any means, it has monumental representation. Jesus suffered. It wasn’t beautiful at the time, but after the pain was a beautiful outcome. A beautiful healing. A beautiful representation of God’s love for us. It revealed the calling over my life. I know why I am here. There is such beauty in being a light to others. I thank God for that beauty. I thank God for those loved ones who were there for me every step of the way. I thank God for those who weren’t. I thank God for showing me that He is my comfort. I thank God for what I now know. I would have never been so free, if I hadn’t endured that pain. There really is beauty in the struggle. I'm back and I'm better!

It is my prayer that everyone recognizes their purpose and potential. It is all a part of a master plan that is positioning you for your greatness! May God bless you this Good Friday and forever.

360 degrees of being 365Black (366, this year)

Supporting Black-Owned Business: Nina Simone Earrings by  Hiecue  | Necklace by  FancyKouture.com  | Lips: "Lenox Road" by  Pnkdigger  | FlutterLashes from  The Glamatory  | 

Supporting Black-Owned Business: Nina Simone Earrings by Hiecue | Necklace by FancyKouture.com | Lips: "Lenox Road" by Pnkdigger | FlutterLashes from The Glamatory

Growing up, I grew an appreciation for who I am as Black person. My mother bought me beautiful Black baby dolls and taught me the beauty of becoming a Black woman. She made me proud to be brown-skinned and gave me a sense of empowerment for the richness of my skin tone. I taught myself to see the beauty in my big forehead, wide hips, my full lips and coarse hair. I celebrate the wins of my Black brothers and sisters often and live vicariously through my friends’ victories. Everyday, I take pride in my heritage and the authenticity of being Black. I am just being me and have never felt more free. As Pastor Kim Outlaw of Living Water Fellowship Church stated in this week’s sermon,

You are more profitable when you are the most authentic you.

She is absolutely right. While I earn money for the services I provide as a makeup artist, the freedom to express myself, dress myself, and be myself is invaluable. I have the pleasure of sharing this pride with my clients of all shades and tones. I can help them learn to love themselves as they are everyday by just being themselves.

 

As I mature, I appreciate that occurrences in my life come with purposeful circulation. The dreams that I have, often come into fruition through the manner of which they were conceived. The small goals that I accomplish typically lead me to the next big endeavor in what feels like a natural progression. Simply stated, everything comes full circle.

 

In January, I was hired to assist as a makeup artist on set for a McDonald’s Commercial. The commercial was for their 365Black campaign recognizing the 2016 Black History Makers of Today and Tomorrow. With the pleasure of meeting Black owner/operators, mid-managers, staff members, community leaders and this year’s scholarship recipient, I also worked on this project with Black makeup artists, hairstylists, videographers and marketing representatives. Each bringing his or her own valuable piece to the pie. The collective effort came out beautifully and again, it was full circle.

 

After meeting Alexis Barnett, the 2016 Ronald McDonald House Charities African-American Future Achiever, I remembered that I was the scholarship recipient my senior year of high school. I remember being ecstatic that something I loved to do, writing, was deemed valuable enough to earn me opportunities. Fast forward to 2016, I am on set doing something else I love to do (makeup). Taking it a step further, I had the chance to tap into my journalistic roots by informally interviewing Mrs. Pamela Poore, Ms. Laurie Henry and Mrs. Vanessa Moore as I did their makeup. I felt everything coming full circle yet again.

I was invited to speak at the brunch honoring these wonderful leaders. Seeing how these beautiful women impact their communities every day and build their legacy, I am inspired to do more to become a Black History Maker. It was the first time since 2011 that I stood in front of a crowd and spoke publicly. Though I stumbled over a few words, the message I shared was one of encouragement and progression… the freedom to be and the audacity to become limitless. I challenged those in attendance to tap into their abilities.

I am accepting my own challenge to become a dominant force in the beauty industry, yielding profitable results. As it applies to this field, I have the potential to innovate like Madame C.J. Walker. I have the knowledge to assist others in business education like Annie Turbo Malone. I have the capacity to influence aspiring beauty professionals as Madame NA Franklin did. I have the desire to create a new lane in the publishing world and an avenue for makeup artists and women as Mrs. Eunice Johnson created. I have the authority to make bold proclamations like the talented model and artist, Ashley Chew with her “Black Models Matter” movement.

As this year's Black History month comes to a close, the time to be Black History is now. Commit to yourself to be not only a history maker, but simply limitless. Dream. Try. Fail. Breathe. Live. Work. Play. Watch it all come full circle.

The Limitless Look presents The GLAM All-Star Voyage 2016

“Know your business. Become a student of the game. Surround yourself with brilliant people and go to work.”-Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

In an interview for Oprah’s Master Class, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson shared his journey to success. The wrestler-turned actor shared how accepting himself and his special niche helped him build his legacy. That is when his success came for him. The same advice is integral for makeup artists. He left viewers with these words.

"The most powerful thing you can be is yourself." -Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

Having been a professional makeup artist for a little over three years now, I have never stopped learning and have learned to accept who I am. Before that, I was an aspiring news reporter and scholar. I was still me. Before that, I was a student athlete. You guessed it, I was me. With a wide range of interests and skills, it is safe to say that I have learned to make moves simultaneously. Using all of those experiences to mix business with pleasure is how I live. Knowing the business and being a student of the game is what has helped me grow.

That truth is exactly why I am elated about The Limitless Look partnering with the GLAM All-Star Voyage as the headline sponsor for the Second Annual cruise. This innovative approach to makeup instruction is a amazing way to fuse a memorable vacation with beauty education by the best in the beauty industry. It is the best of both worlds and it suits me perfectly.

Sameisha Frazier, a beauty lover and cruise connoisseur conceptualized the first premier beauty meets travel event of its kind last year. The inaugural cruise featured our inaugural cover girl, Alexandra “Alex" Butler, KluerMoi and LoNicely. This year, the event is promising to be even better with KluerMoi and LoNicely returning and more artists to be confirmed soon.

The cruise begins on August 29th, 2016 and concludes September 3rd, 2016, the voyage will begin in New Orleans, LA to Cozumel and Progresso, Mexico. For booking, details visit glamallstarvoyage.com

Yes, I Use a Filter

Hello world! 

My name is Candice Jackson. I’m owner of The Limitless Enterprise. I work tirelessly in my role to explore my "freedom to be and audacity to become limitless” and strive to help others do the same.

By now, I hope you have had a chance to get acquainted with The Limitless Enterprise. We provide beauty services in Indianapolis at “The Limitless Look Beauty Studio.” We have a digital makeup-focused magazine called, “The Limitless Look.” We have now launched our utility tool belts called, “The Limitless Lips.”

I plan to do a lot more things, but that is not why I’m writing today. I am not coming to you as a makeup artist…  not as a writer… not as a designer… or even an entrepreneur. I am coming to you as a social media junkie to address the elephant in the room. While there are hash tags have made this a detestable act, I want to share with you that I, Candice A. Jackson, use a filter.

Let’s not be so judgmental, now. Allow me a chance to clarify. I don’t use a filter on EVERYTHING. My client pictures that I post on Instagram are raw. They come directly off the iPad or Galaxy. I just use filters on my selfies and on my personal social media posts. 

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Why though?

Most of my life, I have sought to find a balance between sharing who I am and sharing who I feel the world can accept. It became a habit because I desire to make other people feel comfortable. As someone who is aware of my strengths and weaknesses, I am not always as confident in others to be as aware or accepting. 

For example, I have acne prone skin. I have hyper-pigmentation and existing breakouts. Covering these issues is why I grew to love makeup. However, most days of the week if I wear makeup it is for other people. People are not comfortable seeing me flawless one day with contoured perfection and then the next day, seeing me bare-faced with pimples. It gets a bit exhausting to see people scratch their faces where my blemishes are or make skincare recommendations on a whim. I don’t believe that people are trying to be hurtful when they do these things. They just are trying to help because it makes them uncomfortable. So, for them, I use a filter. Because I like the way it feels to appear close to perfect, I use a filter. 

I read a lot and have amazingly intelligent friends who share with me enlightening subjects. I study the things that interest me most. Makeup, philosophy, Black history, psychology and more. I also love music so I listen to everything from Anita Baker to Taylor Swift to Fetty Wap. As a matter of fact, since I do read such heavy material and engage in consistently challenging tasks, I find myself listening to my ratchet music more often than not. Am I less of a Christian for that? I don’t think so. Does this contradict the strong image that I am fighting to portray? Maybe. Am I a stereotypical video vixen that these guys rap about? Not at all. Can I relate to every lyric or even understand every word? Barely. 

I’m human though. I am a soon-to-be 29-year-old single, Black woman. I have feelings and want to express them. I usually don’t, however. I fear that people may not understand. So I filter what I post, thinking about my audience and who may not receive it correctly. 

Reason 145,239,000 why it took me so long to blog. I have so much to say and do, but have been using that good old filter to do so in a subtle fashion. I’m ready to live though and to let my words and thoughts live as well. For the sake of introduction, I must share that this is my first unfiltered selfie in a while. Stay with me throughout this journey. I’ll try and be more brief, but even more importantly we’ll explore a little differently. 

Thanks for reading!