As I continue to blossom into the woman I am proud of, I reflect on past and present circumstances, often resulting in an intense desire to let my wings fly and expose myself to different customs, different thought patterns, and different behaviors...really just become a student of life. I’ve had my life planned out since I was in ninth grade (so I thought). I knew when I would graduate from college, when I would marry and have children, when I would buy a house, you know, all the major milestones. But why do we have the audacity to limit our journeys by succumbing to the confines of a predetermined timeline? I thought that if I obtained certain goals by a particular time that I would be proving something. But to who? for what? I am grateful that the plot twists of my life have helped me realize that my worth isn’t solely defined by these assumed standards of success.
My encouragement to anyone reading this is to simply do you, boo. Do not let anything dim your light. Whatever you believe in...whatever makes you proud, own it and carry it with continuous passion and grace.
P.S. It's okay to start over. It's okay to not be a muva, married, or anything else you thought you would be by 30. It's okay to cry. It's okay to eat a cookie. It's okay to disagree. It's okay to say no. It's okay to show up for yourself. It's okay to get tired, but don't you ever give up.
love you, mean it.