Rozella Haydée White, The Love Big Coach

Proof of life.

In the grand scheme of things, 8 weeks isn’t a long time.

But when you’re actually in it and am one who is not used to staying put with limited capacity? Now that’s a challenge!

AND

I’m enjoying slower days, quality time, art, sleep, cuddles and hugs. My people are magnificent. 🥹

For years, I thought healing meant fixing what was wrong with me.

This season has been teaching me something different.

Twenty-five days after my hysterectomy, I’m beginning to understand that my uterus was never a problem to be solved. She was a part of me that had carried joy, grief, trauma, possibility, and life. She deserved compassion, not resentment.

That’s become the invitation of this entire journey:

✨ Sacred Release.
✨ Sacred Removal.
✨ Sacred Rebirth.

I’ve been reflecting on what it means to stop making war with ourselves and instead embrace every part of who we are—even the parts that hurt.

I wrote about this in my latest Substack, and I think it’s one of the most vulnerable pieces I’ve shared.

If you’ve ever felt like your body, your mind, your story, or your life needed “fixing,” I hope this reminds you of something I am slowly learning myself:

We are not problems to be solved. We are selves to be embraced.

Read more here - https://open.substack.com/pub/rozellahwhite/p/she-was-never-the-problem?r=3ge8m&utm_medium=ios.

I’d love to hear what resonates with you. ❤️

Today, June 2 - I will undergo an abdominal hysterectomy and step away from work and social media for about two months to focus on healing.

This season has inspired what I’m calling Sacred Release, Sacred Removal, and Sacred Rebirth - a journey of letting go, making room, and becoming.

It’s also led to an evolution in my work. For years, I’ve invited people to Love Big, Lead Well. What I’m learning now is that leadership is only one part of a love-rooted life.

Love also teaches us how to rest, heal, grieve, receive support, and care for ourselves.

In my newest article, I’m sharing more about this journey and why Love Big, Lead Well is evolving into Love Big, Live Well.

Thank you for your prayers, love, and support as I enter this next chapter.

Read more at the link in the bio. I love you all - BIG.

I couldn’t vote today. So there’s that.

Voting in Fort Bend County has been paused after a system bug caused all voting centers in the county to go down Tuesday afternoon.

Then - my brother’s childhood best friend and I connecting during the pandemic and its aftermath. Right person. Wrong time.

Now - 5 years later circling the block and realizing it’s the right time and absolutely the right person. 💕

We are older, grayer, and wiser. The amount of care, support and love this man gives me is everything I hoped for and was beginning to believe wouldn’t be possible.

Grateful. Happy. Loved. 🥰

I’m in the last two weeks before my surgery and I got to spend this weekend working and wandering in my second home.

As I approach my procedure, I’m prioritizing time with some of my favorite people. This weekend, that included Chicago. ✨

River North Dinners with my baddie girls at Yasemi Mediterranean. Convos, cocktails and bubbly as we celebrated, affirmed and held space for each other.

Board meetings with one of my favorite boards and organizations, . We believe that art and civic engagement have the power to illuminate and amplify the human spirit so that we all flourish. If you’re in the city, check out our latest endeavor, “Love is on the Green Line”, the first in many installations aimed at uplifting the arts and building bridges between the West and South sides of the city.

Time dreaming with a colleague on the Southside of the city with this incredible mural keeping watch and solemnly reminding us of who we are and what we are capable of.

Time working at one of my favorite coffee shops, and then a recognized Ukrainian restaurant with my accountability partner, friend and sister, .

And to top it off? An early tour of the Obama Presidential Center before it opens on Juneteenth.

Yall. We need this space. WE need this space. They don’t want pictures shared until the opening but I’ll just say this:

For such a time as this, Barack and Michelle are utilizing this space to inspire, educate, energize, and embolden us to remember what’s possible do the work of fighting for our country.

I was in tears as I toured the museum, 6 floors of history and diversity and possibility and pain and joy.

I got to experience this with my soul sister and her soulmate and our dear brother in the struggle, THE Dr. Corey Williams.

People have often asked me how I keep the pace that I do. I share that my travel experiences really are portals to pieces of my heart that are around the world. I get to connect and love and be loved on by those who have committed to do life together.

A lovely time in a lovely place with lovely people who live love. 💕

I’m navigating one of the biggest transformations of my life.

And in true Rozella fashion, this moment calls for ritual.

9 women.
4 states.
3 days.
2 nights.
1 place.

I am having a hysterectomy in a month and these women came together this Mother’s Day Weekend to mark this moment.

It’s been a hellish couple of years due to my 2 dozen + fibroids. My quality of life, my energy, my way of being in the world has greatly diminished. I am tired. So very tired.

This surgery has been a decade in the making. I am clear, as I approach 45 that I am ready for a new reality.

I am releasing what no longer serves me in order to birth what God has implanted within me.

Sacred Release was a weekend of ritual, release, and renewal.

Words can’t begin to articulate what happened. Sacred time with Divine Black Women.

Thank you for being with me at the threshold.

I am so very, very grateful.

Happy Founders Day to Spelman College, the oh so sacred space that changed my life!

I got to share this place with my niece who is considering Spelman as her college. To say I am giddy is an understatement.

While I was unable to graduate because of some family circumstances, my preparation and attendance for my freshman year shaped me deeply.

I told my father that Spelman liberated me. It was the first place where I understood the power of centering MY story; of learning the history, joys, challenges and possibilities of Black people and Black women in particular.

Spelman unlocked the power to believe in myself, without apology and taught me that Black women are divine.

And how’s this for coincidence? When we stepped on campus, one of my dorm mates (HH Phi Beta) and dearest friends from freshman year was touring Morehouse with her nephew! I shared some flashbacks of us from Founders Day in 2000.

When the world tried to convince us otherwise, Spelman is a constant reminder of who we are, why we matter and what’s possible. 🩵 🩵 🩵