Somehow the little girl that annoyed me, that I thought was too outspoken, that took it upon herself to wear a brand new pair of shoes I bought with my first paycheck because "They went with her outfit," somehow that little girl, that I admittedly neglected in the past, became a woman I can count on. She became my best friend.
I've been in my feeling on here for awhile now, so I kind of feel the need to lighten things up a bit before my blog becomes too much of a soap box about my life. On the other hand, at its core, this blog is a diary that chronicles my life's ups and downs and unfortunately, I've been in struggle mode.
I thought about writing a long post dwelling on my end of twenties woes, but the reality is I’ve grown tired of the whole “oh no, I’m almost thirty” storyline. I’ve started to embrace the beauty that getting older brings.
It’s like I blinked and here we are, near the end of what was honestly a trying 2016. While it had its highs, the lows kind of shook me to my core. On the bright side, I can credit those moments for helping me craft the next stages in my life. When I hit those lows, I take time to sit back (with a wine glass in hand) and do a lot of self-evaluation. Seeking answers to the toughest questions in my life, like:
For the most part, I’ve managed to dodge heartache when it comes to romantic relationships. As far as friendships, I’ve unfortunately had to bite the bullet.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who was under the illusion that while boys come and go; your best friend was there forever.
When I say I am full of inspiration these days. I am FULL!
That inspiration is now overflowing after I took a seat at Solange’s table. It’s so empowering to hear a body of work that unapologetically celebrates who we are, where we’ve been and what we’ve contributed to the world. It could not have come at a better time in my life.
While the hype around Beyoncé’s lemonade has died down, the aura of relationship woes will forever linger.
If you know me, you know I love love and for the first time in my life, the past four years have been filled with it. Laughing so hard my stomach cramps. Smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. Letting words I’ve held close to my heart, fall out of my mouth into the hands of someone I can trust. Then there are days.
Life throws some mean curve balls. Sometimes, you see them coming and can brace yourself for the catch. Other times, or I should say, most of the time they catch you off guard.
When I think back at the “by the time I’m 25” goals I set for myself as a young girl, I chuckle a little inside. Oprah isn’t worried about me dethroning her any time soon and those eight kids I wanted have trickled down to two, maybe one.
Life is beautiful. Life is unpredictable. Love is beautiful. Love is hard work. Friendships are beautiful. Friendships end.
Twenty six was a year filled with me learning to accept those things. I’m only a few weeks into twenty seven and more lessons are already rolling in.