Earlier this morning my mom shared these five simple words that form a very powerful message: Never Stop Living Your Dream!


Mom said she heard the words in a Gladys Knight song and she thought they would help to serve through my blog. I wasn’t sure which blog she meant, so I figured that I could share on all of them. As I type this, I can’t help but to smile because had I only focused on sharing to one group of people (one blog community) then I would’ve ignored other people who may need to read and hear this message. Thank you mom for blessing me today with prayer and this suggestion for my blogs!

Since I just typed “hear this message”, I feel moved to speak and not just type the words that are coming to me. So let me switch over to video and let things flow. Just click on my Instagram video below and take a listen…

Copyright 2019. Natasha L. Foreman. All Rights Reserved.

A few moments ago I was reviewing my list of students who I had sent “life vests” and “life rafts” to in an effort to save them from themselves.

Let me explain.

Some of my students take on a weighted course load and find it more difficult than they expected to juggle school, work, family, and a social life. This is especially the case if they take a hybrid or online course, and then when you add that the course is with me, the stakes really get high.

Now don’t cringe.

I’m not a mean or difficult instructor. There’s balance with me. I’m firm and assertive yet I’m always open for negotiation. I pour myself into my classes because it is my mission to give my students enough information that becomes applied knowledge, that helps them in school, work, and in life. For me, it’s more than the textbooks that they read. I don’t want them memorizing and regurgitating information. I want to see and hear how they applied what was taught to them. I want to see their growth and help support their academic and professional needs. I want to provide them with as many tools and resources as I can; so yes, I’m extremely engaged in my classes. So no, the course work is not easy. There are no easy-A’s in my class. You will earn whatever grade that you receive.

As I tell my students:

Your grade is your paycheck and your GPA is your credit score“.

As an instructor, I’m also serious about meeting deadlines but I’m flexible in providing extensions to those who get clobbered or blindsided by life. The reality is, we all get clobbered and blindsided from time-to-time.

Someone who hasn’t needs to be studied closely.

How can I make mistakes and forget deadlines, yet punish my team for doing the same? Is that not hypocritical? The “do as I say not as I do” rule that our parents embedded in our minds is why we have as many problems in this world. We all simply wait until we gain the power to enforce that same rule on others. It’s ridiculous.

As a college instructor I run my classrooms much like a business. I inform my students that for the length of the term or semester, they are to conduct themselves as though this is a corporation, they are managers, and I am their senior manager. But as a servant leader, I am not here to bark orders and reign supreme over them; I’m also not here to hold their hands and coddle them. They are not babies or small children.

I am here to serve them, empower them, and help to elevate them to the next level.

I encourage them to respectfully challenge the textbooks and readings, and yes, even me. Their minds will only sharpen with critical thinking and by testing and applying tools and skills that they have acquired. I also make sure to frequently ask for feedback and evaluations on how much they are learning and applying from my classes, as well as how well they believe that I am managing and leading them. I frequently ask them to tell me how I can best support their learning and growth needs.

I try to intervene with students who risk falling below a “C”. I don’t want my students to fail my class. Not because of managerial pressures from the higher-ups. Not because of any of the reasons and excuses that most would assume. I don’t want my students to fail because it means that somehow I failed them. It is my responsibility as their manager-leader to help guide them. Just as I would for an employee that I don’t want to see fired or to watch go through the stages of “burn-out”. If I see “red flags” early enough I can step in and provide guidance as to how my students can improve or how they can withdraw from the class (by deadlines) and take it at a later date when life isn’t clobbering them so hard. Usually one of these two interventions work.

Sometimes it doesn’t.

There are some students who choose the chartered path that they know will lead to failure, and no matter how much I attempt to help them help themselves, they are content to splash around in that ocean while watching the life vest and raft float away.

So today as I reviewed my list of students who continue to drown in this academic ocean, refusing to use either or both the vest and the raft that I threw to them weeks ago, I ran across an old email from a student who is failing one of my classes. Weeks ago this person said that they wanted to do well in my class and that they would improve—they  just needed a strategy to do so. I provided the student with the strategy and the deadline extensions that they needed to meet in order to bring their grade up to a “C” or better.

I’m always aiming for better but I won’t force greatness on anyone who would rather be average or below. Everyone should be free to choose.

Weeks later this student still has not completed the past due work and sadly they haven’t completed any current work, yet they continue to log into the course room–most likely so that their attendance is tracked so they don’t lose financial aid and other benefits. Yes, I have students who are motivated enough to log into class to not lose their financial aid, but they aren’t motivated enough to do the work, to pass the class, to keep their financial aid. It’s a baffling logic that they operate by in their parallel universe.

Okay I should stop with my sarcasm.

There is a portion of my email message that I typed to this student that I truly believe needs to be shared with others, with you. Someone out there needs to read these few lines below, because maybe it will be the added layer that helps to snatch them out of their “funk”, their “brain fog”, their whatever is holding them back and keeping them down.

Or maybe it won’t. But I’m sharing anyway.

…your dreams and goals in life are only achieved through the efforts you make. No one will give you anything of worth simply because you show up. You must put in the work and earn the things that you desire. Those that think that greatness will just magically come to them will always find themselves cast to the side, because greatness requires boldness—it requires commitment and dedication despite and because of the odds. 

You must choose if whether you want to be good, great, average, mediocre, exceptional, or just “blah”. Your actions and efforts will align and reflect accordingly. I believe that you have the potential to be at any level that you set your eyes, mind, and heart to achieve. 

If you aim low then you will always fall below that line. If you aim high and run your well-paced race, you may fall short of the desired point but you landed much higher than if you had aimed low to begin with.

Where are you aiming?

What efforts are you making to get there?

No one can do this for you, only you can!

I hope that my student gets what I was trying to convey in my email. I hope that it helps to snatch them out of their pit and motivates them to run, walk, crawl or even roll to the victory line. They may not cross in first place, but they will cross. Every race we start we’re expected to finish.



Copyright 2018. Natasha Foreman Bryant/Natasha L. Foreman. All Rights Reserved.

I’ve been contemplating something for quite some time now. I keep getting these flashes of clarity that have grown into statements of, “what are you going to do about it Natasha?” I’ve always thought that I could have it all in life–personally, professionally, and more. The reality is, even if I could have it all (which I now seriously doubt), I would probably live a shortened life due to the mounting stress that would ultimately beat me down. Which means, that in the end, I still wouldn’t have it all. I’m not complaining, just stating the obvious. 

What I’m seeing now in my 40s is that I want to have a career that I’m proud of, a strong family bond, genuine friends I can count on (and vice versa), and a legacy built on service of others. That sounds pretty simple, but for some twisted reason I chose to complicate it by saying to myself, “Natasha you can be a successful college professor at two or even three campuses, entrepreneur with more than one company, an attentive wife (to an extremely busy, high-maintenance man) and mother (speaking in the future tense), deeply connected with my immediate and extended families, a fun and supportive friend, actively engaged in communities around the world, and a dabbling blogger“. To do all of this, I’ve been investing on average 90-hours per week towards my professional endeavors and then sandwiching the remaining hours in a week with all-things-personal. It’s exhausting and pretty moronic!
After reading Anne-Marie Slaughter’s book, Unfinished Business, I couldn’t help but sit and ponder why it’s taken me this long to stop my self-created madness. Is it my competitive nature? Is it my “I won’t be limited by my gender” mindset? Is it my “don’t tell me what I can’t do” stance? Am I simply stubborn?

Well of course I am. Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m also also fairly competitive, will always strive to prove someone wrong when they bet against me, and I don’t like being placed in gender, racial, or any other ‘box’. My dad also planted an entrepreneurial seed in my mind that had layering support from entrepreneurial grandparents. I mean, did you read my blog post last week?  I’ve been bred to work like a maniac!

But what’s my “deal”, really?

Honestly, I’ve gone down a rabbit hole and although it’s pretty cool at times, what I really need right now is to reimagine my life. As I stated in yesterday’s post, I want to “work hard, play hard, and enjoy every millisecond that I have on this planet…now…

On my Natasha Foreman Bryant site I decided to make some changes to reflect my reimagined self. I used to have a”90+ Hours” page where you could read about how I invest my time professionally, but with my desire for more balance and less chaos, I’m committed to reducing those 90+ hours to something that resembles sanity, at least for me. So I changed that page title to “My Professional World”. It reflects the same content and commitments, but a different mindset and approach. 

I’m not giving up or dropping a thing (at least not right now), I’m just committed to thinking and working smarter–that common sense thing many of us forget about. By delegating more and empowering more of my team members, and through consciously focusing on being more efficient, effective, and efficacious–I know that I can significantly reduce those 90+ hours (and maintain that steady ship). 

Life shouldn’t just be about our resume, and we sprinkle in some “me time”. Our funeral shouldn’t just have coworkers and a few family members present. Our eulogy shouldn’t look cookie-cutter, like our names and key details were simply swapped out with some other crazed workaholic’s information. 

If God wanted me to spend my life alone then He could’ve birthed me without parents, and limited my contact with other humans. He’s more than capable of that feat, don’t you think? Instead, He’s helped me to interweave hundreds of relationships with people who have touched and changed my life, and vice versa. If life has a great deal to do with relationships, then shouldn’t we be investing more time in those relationships? That’s kind of a “duh-rah” moment there, don’t you think?

So I’m officially releasing myself from these 90-plus-hour shackles. Yep, I might risk some great professional opportunities, but God has even better opportunities waiting for me in my personal life. I’m choosing to seize those opportunities and not take my last breath with any shoulda, woulda, coulda, what-in-the-hell’as. When I leave this level of existence, every person who has ever known me will say, “Natasha, now that woman right there, she truly lived a full and exciting life!”

Well folks, I’ve gotta go…I’ve got some real living to do!

Warmest wishes,