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Take me back to 5!

 Growing up my dreams were simple, I wanted to be a princess. How hard could it possibly be? All I have to do is wear cute ballroom dresses, live in a castle, smile and greet people and occasionally ride horses. That to me seems like a simple life. 

Fast forward to today and in reality, I am 20-something working an actual 9 to 5, while trying to get a degree which in all honesty is giving me so much grief (like why can't you just be as easy as 123) and somewhere in all this, I am expected to live a decent social life and possibly have a stable relationship. In this same one life???? That is not what 5-year-old me thought, because as far as I know, the Prince was bound to find me in a castle. But alas, I do not live in one. This could probably be the reason I am single, instead of being in a castle in some faraway land, I am in Lusaka lol.

At 5, my dreams were cute and pure, and life also seemed so much simpler and cooler as from my little girl eyes, iyee imwe kali ka book kama lies! In between bills and adulting, the plan is not going as planned. Why did they not tell us that with growth came responsibility? Like so you are just going to stop funding my lifestyle at a certain age and I am expected to fund it? Have you seen the little diva you created? And you expect me to continue this standard you set? That is unfair, mother! (Yes I am blaming my mum), because at 5 I could have all the yogurt and juice I wanted because as a growing girl I needed it, now at 26 I must buy it for myself?? Iyo kwena takwaba icisuma (Life is really unfair). 

The only cool thing I can do now as an adult is picking my own outfits because heaven knows I loathed some of those church dresses and white lace socks, oh and I get to sleep at whatever time I want and I can have cereal as a main meal LOL! 

Take me back to 5, where the money used on me isn't mine, where the dreams are full of hope and ambition... 

Or maybe I should bring back the 5-year-old in me, to allow her to see that we're figuring it out even when it gets hard, to bring back the dreams of castles but tweak it a little and say we will build the castle. But also to just tell her that dreams are valid.

26 is good, but 5 was gold!


Thanks for readingđź’–


Lots of love


Thee Talkative Aries♈

                                                                           

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