I’m writing this on the muggiest, sweatiest and officially the hottest day of the year. Sandwiched between two equally sweaty fellas I’m almost certain Hell must be cooler- surely.
I entered the new year with that new year new me feeling which is very rare for me but I’ve been determined to see out my 20’s with as much courage, love and good vibes as I can muster. Coming up to the halfway point of 2017 however, self- doubt has started to seep into my soul- but as with everything, this too shall pass- I’m confident of it.
I’ve ruminated on questions like;
Why isn’t my bum at its desired shape yet?
Why haven’t I completely conquered anxiety?
Will my business ventures EVER take flight?
Why haven’t I kissed Idris Elba?
Will I ever be content if I don’t reach my goals?
It is frustrating to say the least to know that life is a journey you can’t always speed walk but still have the urge to fast track everything.
I may never kiss Idris (his loss really) but I can confidently say I’m impressed with my resolve to keep plodding along even when life feels a tad hopeless.
I’ve found a million ways that don’t work, won’t work, can’t work but I’m not deterred.
My ass cheeks may not be of Khlo Money proportions but I’m at peace with that. The notion of what could be, what lies ahead is still very intoxicating and I’m content with getting drunk off dreams and hopes which lie ahead.
I’ll be honest with you, some days are a complete clusterfuck. Some days are a mess. Some days are laden with such bad vibes nothing seems worth it. One day at a time. You are enough~ Namaste