25; gold becomes silver.
It’s my birthday and my sister got me a cake with that inscription. I sent it to a few friends and their expressions though.
I then had to explain; silver jubilee, 25. lol
A Yoruba adage commonly used to depict fullness of joy translates; if one rides a horse in my heart, such horse wouldn’t stumble! That’s how I feel. It’s my year, 25.
I have always wondered what it would be like when I turn 25. Always looked forward to the year as though something new would just come upon me. But I know better now — the tiny drops will always amount to something, big or small. It’s about the process, there is a preparation one must go through daily before time and chance meets them.
September 28th, 2023 – I was in a dark place but I wrote that letter to today. When I got the mail this morning, all the emotions came rushing in.
For someone who beats herself up for every slow or no progress, I’m learning everyday that I’m on a different journey from the next person.
I got a ton of intentional messages today and in my usual fashion I’d share some of them.
The prayer of hope, hopefully becomes a reality in the coming year.
I deserve every good life has to offer. A few friends reminded me of that, I know it too.
So cheers to the good things of life🥂
Happy birthday to me!
I look forward to 30! Five whopping years right? I know.
