Maybe I’m Happy

Maybe I’m Happy

Usually I don’t like talking or writing about my feelings when I’m very happy. There’s this fear in me that I’ll jinx myself and end up in misery again. But why should we only talk about the bad stuff? I want to smile in the places I once cried so here’s to me smiling.

3 weeks ago I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. I wanted to make the best decisions but I wasn’t sure if I had the guts for all that glory. I’m being vague but I don’t want this post to be long. I’ll probably try to write individual posts for the different situations (fingers crossed). Anyways I chose to have guts, faith in God and trust my intuition for all the situations I was facing at that time.

Fast forward to now and I’m feeling pretty good about my choices. There’s no guarantee that everything will continue to be how it is but I know I have no regrets. I’m a firm believer in divine timing and everything happening for a reason. I just want to live in the moment, savour the good times and smile.

The Easter weekend was one that made me smile the most. I took a self-care day on Friday, my girlfriend made the cutest little selfcare list for me. I had a little girls night out with my bestfriend. We went to a restaurant by the dock and drank a bit. My guy bestfriend came over on Easter Sunday and we drank wine then vibe to Drake. We love to talk about our feelings with Drake blasting. My girlfriend and I hopped on a video call and she made me laugh a whole lot on Easter Monday. I felt truly happy and the feeling just hasn’t left.

The simple things in life should be treasured

Girl In Her Twenties

God has been good to me and I don’t let it go unnoticed. I thank him every opportunity I get. He has constantly shown me that I need to be hopeful through the storm because he has better days ahead for me.

I wanna change the narrative, lets talk about happy things. It’s Saturday night, what’s making you happy this week? Let me know in the comments.

A Simple Life

A Simple Life

The extraordinary and probably the revolutionary were spaces my thoughts always occupied for as long as I’ve known myself. I admired the work and leadership of people like Nelson Mandela and wanted to be just like him. I have a very unique name and felt I had to do unique things to live up to it.

I never wanted to succumb to the mundane or just be ordinary. I feared such an existence and thought it would be the worst thing to ever happen to me but woe how the times have changed.

People of the internet, I desire a simple life. Yes, you’ve read correctly. I DESIRE A SIMPLE LIFE.

Can you believe that? It took me a while to swallow that pill but when I did, I wonder why it took so long in the first place. After age 20 or 21, I think I started experiencing more. More lessons gave me more knowledge. All that knowledge made me more self-aware and gave me food for thought as I tried to decipher life and my purpose. I soon started to recognize the things that made me really happy and the things that actually mattered to me.

I saw this post while scrolling on Instagram and knew I had to include it in the blog.

I’m okay with having a career that brings me small joys, provides good financial support, makes me happy to spend 8 hours there and helps others in some way. I’m okay with a life that includes my own house, a car to take late night drives while listening to my faves. A life with a romantic relationship that reminds me unconditional love exist and both of us are deserving of it. A life filled with amazing lifelong friends paving their own way, friendship dates and vacations in places we once thought impossible. A life where my family is healthy, happy and high on togetherness.

A life where I’m finding more of myself and trusting God. I’m loving, kinder and healing towards myself. Letting generational hurt go and welcoming all the things I deserve. Sharing my many thoughts on a personal blog. A life where I’m donating my time, efforts, money to making even the smallest of difference like baking a cake for a fundraiser towards a worthy cause.

I’m okay with a simple life. The mundane doesn’t scare me anymore. I still admire the persons doing the big stuff but I understand now that everyone has their role to play. Whether it is big or small, it’s crucial to existence and life as we know it.

Happy Sunday everyone ­čĺĽ

Change is Good BUT . . .

Change is Good BUT . . .

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I Cried Today

I Cried Today

After listening to Lewis Capaldi Before You Go today, I cried . . . the loud, tears streaming down my face and praying to God type of crying. Don’t be alarm, I’m doing okay-ish I just had a moment where I needed to release the unreleased. If crying was an extracurricular activity, it would be one I participate in frequently. I love a good cry.

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Difficult Conversations with YOURSELF

Difficult Conversations with YOURSELF

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Before I could manage my emotions, I had to accept my emotions. Before acceptance, I had to identify my emotions. Before identifying, I had to acknowledge my emotions. Before acknowledgment, I had to be honest with myself. And this took work

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You know what scares me more than having difficult conversations with others? Yes, you guessed it having difficult conversations with myself. My mind can be my best friend or worst enemy (it all depends on the day) but the more I’ve allowed myself to process my feelings and thoughts and be honest with myself, the more I realize the difficult conversations are necessary!

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FAITH or FEAR? 4:00 A.M. Thoughts

FAITH or FEAR? 4:00 A.M. Thoughts

It is 4:23 a.m., everything feels and sounds so calm and peaceful. 2 am to 5:30 am are my favourite hours, the world is sleeping and that’s when I feel most alive and awake. I can hear my thoughts, think clearly and my writing feels more like me.

I couldn’t decide what I wanted to write about, this post was meant to be written and published on Wednesday now its turned into a written and published Thursday post. I needed rest and I like writing from a place of inspiration and not obligation.

Faith or fear?

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Being The First Born Is A STRUGGLE!

Being The First Born Is A STRUGGLE!

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After watching Disney’s Encanto for the second time in two weeks, I still find myself relating more to Luisa Madrigal. Surface Pressure leaves me with no more tears left to cry simply because I am a first born and I can understand how it feels to shoulder all that pressure . . . it is HARD!

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THE END OF 2021 . . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

THE END OF 2021 . . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

It feels like it was just yesterday I was on my computer writing New Year, No Resolutions. It’s flabbergasting to think 365 days came and went in the blink of an eye. Every month had something new up its sleeve and it’s been quite the year.

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