I’m trying to make this end of the year review in both “style and words” a blog tradition. So here goes, Its 12:39am and I’m here trying to put pen to paper. If I tell you I’ve been more than a little bit stuck, would you believe me? But Yes I have and
A LOOK BACK. I’ve been stalling writing this post because it usually requires a lot of introspection which I’ve honestly been too tired lately to afford. But this year in review has slowly become a ritual that just has to be kept regardless, so I’m here to share a bit of my
A YEAR IN RETROSPECT. Its becoming a bit of a tradition of mine to do a year in review post. A tradition I started in 2013, continued in 2014 and although I’ve been procrastinating writing this and having troubles finding the words to write down, its one I intend to keep so
IN 2013, I Started a blog Actually did good with it Started writing again Cut my hair Dyed parts of it blonde Lost some friends Made new ones Finally let go and let God Found myself Made some bad decisions Learnt from it Got slyed Slyed no one 😐 Visited and Stayed
Today I turned twenty-seven. I do not feel different or changed in any way. I also do not quite have the words to say, but I felt the need to put something up here. Earlier today, I realized that I stopped documenting my birthdays here – the obligatory birthday post, as I
When Life Seems Bleak. This time last year, I was preparing for surgery number two. I remember being wheeled into the theatre and trying to calm my beating heart. “Everything would be fine”, I kept telling myself, and willing myself to believe. Eventually, I succumbed to Anaesthesia and “went under”. It’s been
I’ve always been an avid reader, although this past year, my relationship with books and reading has been a bit rough. I go through dry spells where I can’t bring myself to pick a book up, punctuated by periods where I want to binge read every and anything in sight. Thankfully, I’m
My blog turns seven today! I’ve been sitting at my desk for the past hour trying to put my feelings into words but I’m still yet to hack it. What I know though, is that there is a feeling of wonder. Of awe in myself that I have been able to grow
What is Love? But a four letter word that defined the better part of my existence. Growing up, Love was that one word that held me hostage. That tied up my insides and made me pull and push till I was spent. Why won’t they love me? Why was I never enough?