What a blessing, what an honour to turn 40. Forty years old! It’s a big number yet not even middle age (by God’s grace!). Even harder than believing that I’ve been on this earth for 40 years is believing that my parents have a 40-year-old—imagine! I feel much more like a child than my parents were at 40; maybe because they had four children by my age!
I thank God for keeping and sustaining me (and my family) for all these years. I thank Him for who I am, flaws and all, and who I’m becoming. Speaking of…
I had a picture of who I wanted to be by 40: someone who knows what she wants and lives in a way that’s congruent with those things (for example, wanting to be a full-time entrepreneur means working on my business every day, period, and for me, it means waking up earlier because evenings don’t work as well as they used to). I want to be the friend who brings out the best in others (I was better at this when I was younger) and I want to surround myself with friends who do the same for me. I want to be positive and not let fears, anxious thoughts, and a negative mindset hold me back.
I have so much respect for the blogger I used to be seven or eight years ago, the one who showed up on a consistent basis without a strategy and without overthinking her content. Smartphones and social media were supposed to make blogging easier, but all they did was give me reasons to overthink something that was fine the way it was.
I miss blogging. The exercise of expressing of myself was free therapy.
I stopped sharing Thankful posts because I thought they were boring to read, especially since I wasn’t blogging about much else on a consistent basis. Because I wasn’t blogging about anything else, I also felt that the Thankful posts made it seem like I had a better relationship with God than I did, which made me feel disingenuous. Continue reading
Happy New Year! Thank God that we made it to 2018!
Eighteen has always been a special number for me because my birthday falls on the 18th (of June). Because of that, I’m claiming 2018 as my year (but we can share): no more playing, no more passive expectation! This is the only life (on earth) that I get and I owe it to myself to live it BIG, not for bragging rights but because I know that I’ll regret it if I do anything less than this.
I have a long history not following through on my resolutions and the reason I don’t follow through is I want freedom! I like doing what I want when I want to but I recently heard something that resonated with me: Continue reading
If you’ve been following along closely, you may recall that I changed the tagline of my blog from Murdering the Yoruba language since 1979 (hehe—I love this tagline so much!) to Ordinary woman pursuing an extraordinary life. It sounds inspirational, right? Based on what you’ve read about me over the years and this new tagline, you’d might expect that in the almost two years that I’ve had this tagline I would have:
- become more Christ-like
- conquered obesity
- become a money-making entrepreneur
- become less fearful of doing things
- set up the cozy home of my dreams
- gotten married
a babytwins (because: I’m no longer 25)
- conquered my natural hair
- become a passable cook
- conquered gossip
I would say that I hate to disappoint you but Continue reading
Living alone is great; in fact, there are things that I’ll miss when I get married and have children; “oodles of ‘me time'” tops that list. However, there’s a season for everything and I’ve spent enough time in this season. But this isn’t what I want to talk about today. Oh no, today I want to tell you about the bad habits I’ve allowed to flourish in my life because I could! There’s no one to hold me accountable but me, and I was on vacation for a while, apparently! Continue reading
First off, Happy Birthday to Maggielola, the awesome woman behind Worship and Swag! May God continue to bless her hustle and her life as she shares her message with the world.
My birthday is less than a week away, and there’s nothing like an upcoming birthday to trigger introspection. Around this time for the past few years, I crave alone time to spend thinking about my life. I mostly think about how I’m not where I thought I would be by this age, and to be honest I get frustrated and upset about it. I know that beating myself up mentally won’t change things, so I shut down the pity party as soon as it begins.
The questions I’ve been asking myself are: Continue reading