I was warned but didn’t listen.

Rush Consulting Firm, my baby, has always had a soft spot in my heart; well not always because it was started in 2009, but ever since then.

I have enjoyed all of my clients. I have enjoyed coaching and consulting, building and planning, promoting and supporting. It had always been a goal of mine to help people and with Rush Consulting Firm, I am able to do just that. I have met many amazing and inspiring people along the way and even gained a few friendships.

Over the years I have had to revamp the face and structure of the business to scale down on products and services because I often times found myself too overextended whether it be for my ill focus or growing family. But I am happy to say that I have found my honed focus and I cannot be happier.

The problem with this is, I am often told that I am too honed in and my demographic is not broad enough. I rebelled even though one of the people who told me this is a man I look up to and is my absolute go-to in times of needed advice, my millionaire mentor. I didn’t rebel in the sense that a teenager would but more in the mindset of, I know this can work.

Business was doing very well, so well that I was more hopeful than ever that I would be able to rely on only Rush Consulting Firm to sustain my family.  I wasn’t happy and I felt like I was not going in the direction that I had envisioned for the company years ago.  So, I stuck to my guns and made the shift and I am suffering. Emotionally it is draining. Mentally it is frustrating. Financially I am at rock bottom.

I am writing this blog because I always speak about going after what you want for your business, and I still mean that, but I offer you my transparency that it is scary and I do not know what else to do but push forward.

I currently have no clients on my roster and all of my previous clients have reached their level of success where I felt I could release them. Of course, we still talk and I offer up pointers but they have reached a pinnacle where they are flourishing.

So, here I am all fresh and new-like and feeling like I am starting over. It is absolutely a fearful point in my life but I know I can make it. I have started over so many times that I am actually bewildered as to why I feel so hesitant and afraid.

The direction I have decided to go in with Rush Consulting Firm is assisting more black people in starting their own business. Am I exclusive to black [brown] people? No, absolutely not, but that is my focus. I feel that in today’s society we must tap into our strengths and ideas and rise to the top, no longer be seen as the underdog. There is a plethora of knowledge out there and leaves no reason that we should still find ourselves waiting and wanting a handout. We can build businesses and become a part of the ‘elite’ with hard work and dedication.

There was not always this availability of information for us but now there is and I want to do my part to help with the growth and maintenance of the community.

There is no reason we should not be among the many in Forbes and entrepreneur and the like. We are full of ideas and inventions, its time we let our light shine to brighten the world.

The problem is, in all honesty, we still think small, and we still feel like we are a suppressed people. We refuse to rise up to our greatness. We have lacked the knowledge and belief that we are more than the minority for so long that now we believe it.

I am ready to break the curse but many are not ready so here I am, ready, willing, and able to assist and I am not getting the support like I was from ‘other’ people. I am determined though, even in this time of fear. And I believe that because my heart is in it as well as my soul, that I will see my vision for Rush Consulting Firm come to fruition.

I must admit, that I am contemplating a go fund me account to keep this company afloat. But I am no beggar, I am a hard worker who believes in the magic of melanin and hard work.

See you at the top.


Where do babies come from?

Sooo, after having a house full of children, one of the RushBunch decided to ask me the question no parent likes to be asked. Where do babies come from? Actually, I would not have minded that question because the way the question is posed it would be an easily divertable one. But alas, the geniuses that learn at Rush Academy know me all too well. Her direct question was, How do babies get in your stomach?

For those that do not read my blogs or posts often, first of all, shame on you, you must know that I have a very direct and honest approach with my children. There is no fairy tales and fallacies I use to cover up truths and fact of life. No flying storks over here!

Despite what some may think, babies do not come from McRushes mangina. Only a man and woman can make that happen.

While this question makes me sad that my baby is growing up, my first instinct was, how can I make this a homeschool lesson. But before the lesson, I must first answer the question because it will only be repeated until I do.

What did I say? Sperm. Yes, I gave a one-word answer and looked at her for the follow-up, there wasn’t one. Assuredly she was waiting for my explanation but I had already decided that it will be a school lesson. The little that asked me is seven and I figure, my six and five years old would be interested as well. So, tomorrows lesson will be on sex education. We have a 16-year-old whom we have a talk with probably every year since he was 9 but bring it up more often, as we giggle about how uncomfortable he gets because we are so blunt. He appreciates it though he says, keeps him in check.

I was hoping to continue with finances but that can wait until next week.


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Why this is my last Pregnancy.

Some people always dreamed of having a large family. Some people do not want children at all. Me and McRush, we never really opted either way. We were a happily married couple who really just went with the flow of things. Although, there were times where we tried several different birth control options; we got pregnant on every one. NuvaRing(2), IUD (2), the patch (2), the pill, etc. It just seemed like the Gods were laughing at our every attempt to not conceive. So we quit trying. Many people have asked why I don’t get a tubal ligation or McRush a vasectomy, which is rude to say the least but… We have never been a fan of permanently altering our bodies, what will be will be. The only thing that has ever worked for us is going strictly off my cycle and the moon cycle (yes it works) HOWEVER, this particular method takes discipline to resist urges, discipline, clearly, we do not always have. So here we are sitting in the hospital after having to go an emergency cesarean with pregnancy number 10.

This experience has prompted me to rethink methods of birth control. Still absolutely not a fan of body alterations and obviously being two very fertile beings meant to single-handedly replenish the earth of melanated children (that is a joke), the aforementioned medical procedures are starting to look like our only options.

Having suffered losing a child to SIDS (that is a story for another day) and miscarrying another, the loss is not something I want to continue with, especially something as precious as a child.

Here is the rundown of my latest pregnancy hiccup.

I went to a scheduled doctors appointment to get checked. I was 39 weeks and 5 days along, and as any mom could tell you, this is one of those uncomfortable visits where a doctor has to place her fingers inside of you and see if you are dilated. I was two centimeters but for me, that is nothing because I can hold that position for a month. So, we checked out and went about our day. While at Walmart, I stopped to go to the restroom and as I squatted over the toilet, yes, I squat, I saw what looked like mustard but much more brown. I called McRush into the restroom and explained and showed him, yeah, we are THAT couple. I called the office a spoke to a nurse who told me not to worry but just be watchful. Leary, we continued on with our errands. About an hour later, the nurse calls back and said the doctor wants me to go in. We head to the hospital arriving just before six in the evening and they hook me up to the monitors. Turns out what I thought were Braxton hicks all this time were actually contractions and with every contraction #10 heartbeat would take a nose dive. We had an awesome nurse, actually two, one was Maria P. and the other I do not remember but when I find out I will update this post. These ladies were not having it. after 4 contraction/rate drops, they wanted to get him out. They moved very quickly to make it happen. By 6:32 #10 was welcomed into the world, not by me though because I was KNOCKED out.  In addition to being under anesthesia, I’d had an allergic reaction so was dosed with Benadryl.

I didn’t know where my baby was or whether or not he was alive. No one was saying anything and I was too drugged up to ask.

At four thirty in the morning, I was rolled down to the NICU where #10 was being held filled with tubes and laid out almost completely naked. This was the first time I had seen him and I couldn’t even hold him. It broke my heart into pieces and I knew then that I would not be going through this again.

He is having respiratory issues because of the meconium he ingested. That is what I was leaking in Walmart because I had ruptured and didn’t even know it.

He is doing better. He is off oxygen and off of his feeding tube. I may still have to be discharged without him but I have a few people out there cashing in favors through prayer so I am hopeful that at the very max, I can pick him up one day after I am released.

I have had a c-section before, but it was because #5 pushed his cord out with his hand so the aftermath was I still was able to hold him and leave with him. As a homeschooling mom whom already has detachment issues because of the loss of two of my aforementioned children, leaving my side is not something I am comfortable with when it comes to my babies. So this is hard for me. I have been keeping busy with work while in the hospital despite the pleas from friends, loved ones, and strangers alike, to take it easy.

I appreciate all of the love and well wishes from everyone and I will keep you posted.