I was born again on Wednesday...Sorta







Birthdays have always been weird for me. 
In the way that most people view New Year's Eve.I look at the blessing of the opportunity to enter another year of life as a time of transformation. Born again to fulfill my destiny.

The days before a birthday are usually filled with many questions.

I scrutinize my life and look at all that I didn't do with the year my God granted me. This usually leaves me feeling shitty, negative and lacking gratefulness. 


I've even felt like there wasn't much for me to celebrate.Thankfully, my friends and family never let me wallow in self pity. 

This year there was no darkness and  I feel different. I feel like I've been gifted with another year to be trill as fuck. I'm in perpetual motion. 

All of my goals are in progress and the closer I get to them the goals are continuously changing. This seems like it should feel frustrating but it's not.
I feel lost, found and happily wandering at the same damn time. It's Lit. 25 and fine. 





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Clearly We All Have the Time Now.....

Image
Let Me Reintroduce Myself. My name is Nicole, I'm 28 years old. I'm a Social Worker and  a hot ass mess . I love to laugh and I don't take shit. I love hard and often. I am ever-changing and always the same. I'm a walking Oxymoron. A living Double Entendre & Welcome (once again) to my life. It's been almost 4 years. 😨   First of all, I hope this message finds you well. As the world is in a major crisis, I pray that you are home safe with everything you need including peace of mind. I hope everyone you love is healthy and taking this  DEADASS SERIOUS . I don't have the luxury of working from home right now. I'm just trying to stay safe and  GRATEFUL . Wash your damn hands, wipe everything with bleach or soap water and wear a mask. Enough of that! We're going to be talking about  EVERYTHING  honey.  Career, Love, Sex, Spirituality, Mental Health, all of it. I have a lot to say and twitter ain't c
Read more

Day 6 & Day 7: Independent Dreams

Day 6 When did you feel truly independent for the first time? My senior year in college Les and I moved off campus into this fucking rinky dink apartment. It was all that I could afford out of pocket by myself for the summer. I didn't get a refund check until September. At that point, my mom absolutely could not afford to give me money while I was away at school. In an attempt to make my life easier in the long run and sacrifice temporarily I convinced Les to go with me into this shack. I think that I didn't explain how much help I wasn't getting to Les properly but she still rolled with the punches. Anyway that summer, I worked at Best Buy 40+ hours a week and barely made ends meet. I lived off of Burger King rodeo burgers and discounted candy from Best Buy. Safe to say that the summer  was terrible and I also went on a break w my long time boyfriend at the time. I was exhausted constantly but happy, alone and on my own. When school started things got a bit easie
Read more

☕️🐸

Image
I couldn't even fucking finish a 21 day challenge lmao... mind ya business.  When things get too boring or way too real. I run. As far and as fast as I can.  I lose interest or become actively avoidant. or both.  I love to write and I'm in this mental space where obligation is terrifying. So lets keep it regular shmegular degular ya feel me.  I love you.  You are amazing. You are supportive. You are worthy. You are light. See you soon. 
Read more