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 I need Igbo and Shayoooo! Lol, whatever Burna boy meant I need it too... So before I dive into this piece, I just want to mention that I wrote a really good piece, but somehow it got deleted by accident and now I have to try and give even half as good a piece as the first one... but 1 thing I did was state that this is random, has no direction but will eventually make sense as you go. 

It's not a secret I have had quite the year (unless you are a stranger reading this or haven't heard any of the podcast episodes I have dropped this year). This year has taught me patience and a bunch of medical terms I would never know on an average day. But the hardest lesson I have had is how to make a knee brace look stylish, there is a thin line between cute and Optimus Prime. Do you have the slightest idea how hard it is to make a robocop brace look cute-cute? Ala imwe fyalikosa last! lol 

When I got injured I really wanted to get my old life back, I wanted to skip to the part where I am walking on two legs, reaching down as I dance ku groove, brisk walking, and going to the gym. I wanted it all back... While I was stuck in all this, my life was actually progressing, I have been growing, evolving, and blooming into a new version but I couldn't see it, I was still stuck on what I was... 

GRATITUDE IN ALL SEASONS... This phrase has carried me through a large part of the year and it has helped me identify the things I should be grateful for every day, there is always something to be grateful, for in your daily life. There have been days when what has kept me going was a cup of tea, or just seeing a butterfly. 

In my 11 months of being injured, I started a baking business, my mental health projects expanded, and I started writing again (after over 10 years). But in normal human nature, I have dwelled so much on all the bad that has happened, too busy wanting to go back to the old me, when the new me has been manifesting right before my eyes. 

How many times have we ignored the good because our bad days seem to last longer than we hoped?

We're comfortable with the old versions of ourselves because it's a familiar feeling, it's someone we know and are comfortable with. So the idea of new is scary, it's too much to take in. It's a new territory altogether, making it hard to know how to navigate. But we forget that even the old us, was once a new version. We are constantly evolving, it's just that during tough seasons, it seems easier to wish for the before, because the after seems so farfetched. 

As we end the year and introspect, look at where you were, where you are now, and where your goals, visions, and/or circumstances are taking you. Seasons are just that, they eventually pass or they change. Be open to learning, adjusting, and growing..


Thank you for reading💖

Compliments of the season 🌼

Lots of Love.. 


Thee Talkative Aries♈


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