I just celebrated my 28th birthday, and it was all sorts of a blast!
Gosh, 28! I had no idea I could grow so old.
28 feels old, but in a good way. Like rustic old, that’s definitely a good thing.
There’s a sense of peace with being 28. At least for me there is.
I am no longer the jumpy little girl of yester years.
Okay, I still am, but, now, that jumpy little girl also has a sense of responsibility for the people around her.
My spirit accepts this responsibility wholeheartedly, and this acceptance gives me peace.
For the first time in a long time, I know exactly where I am going, and I don’t have to sacrifice the people that hold me dear in order to get there.
I have finally figured out how to give myself to others, and still work on myself financially, emotionally, and mentally without feeling strained or having to sacrifice one aspect of my life at the altars of the others.
It’s a beautiful feeling, and I hope this state of being continues throughout my life; adjusting where necessary, but, ultimately always being able to meaningfully balance between work and family.
If I can hold it together like this for the next decade, I might finally be ready for a child.
That’s a scary thought. Children. From my womb, nonetheless.
Wow! I don’t know if I’ll ever mentally get to that point where I declare that I am ready for kids.
I don’t think my vagina wants me to ever be mentally prepared for that.
Maybe as the years continue to pass by, I’ll become more mature about child-bearing and child rearing. Maybe. Just maybe.
In the meantime, I’ll just focus on being more empathetic and loving towards my mother, my fathers, my brothers, my nephews, and the man whose love has ignited a passion inside me, it could consume me whole without me ever realising it.
These people are my responsibilities, and I accept them wholeheartedly.
Don’t worry, I won’t forget to take care of myself, I promise.
Perhaps as the year goes on, I can accommodate others into my little love circle; hopefully get out of my cocoon more often.
We’ll see how that goes.
I will also endeavour to be a better Arsenal fan. I’ve been improving lately; no more cussing out at the players, just enjoying the games win or lose.
Speaking of Arsenal, although in no way related, did you catch Tuesday’s amazing Champions League game between Liverpool and Barcelona?
Who knew that Liverpool had the cahoonas to overturn Barca’s goal advantage, and completely destroy them in less than 90 minutes.
Absolutely no one expected this from the underdogs. I don’t think Barca had ever even considered a defeat at this stage to Liverpool, after securing a three goal advantage in the first leg, a possibility.
It wasn’t meant to happen but it did, and that’s what makes soccer, nay Liverpool, so damn orgasmic!
A big shout out to my namesake (I wish) Georginio, Wijnaldum, Mane, and Alexander Arnold.
These guys made me so proud Tuesday night. If they could defeat Barca with so resoundingly, then nothing that I want for my life is impossible. Nothing at all!!
Still talking about Arsenal, although we still aren’t, kudos to Hotspur’s Lucas Moura for his incredible performance last night. He singlehandedly took his team to the finals on a night where everything was stacked against them.
Beautiful football! Beautiful moments that will last a lifetime.
Love, and kisses from this bombshell May baby. 💜💖💜💖💜💖