I know I ghosted, I’m sorry 🥺

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 Hello, you. 

I’ve missed writing to you. 

(That intro was giving Joe Goldberg vibes 😂). I’m not a psychopath, I promise. The third month of the year is almost over, but happy new year! 

My year starts when I say it starts please. 

I got a few mails and messages asking why I haven’t written in a long time. To be sincere, I’ve actually missed writing to you. And I don’t know why I haven’t done it, or maybe I do know. 

Per my last newsletter (if you’ve been following), last year ended on an emotional note. As a result of that I’ve been very very very intentional about this year. 

Doing what I want, when I want and how I want it. Allowing who I want in my life and restricting access to who I don’t want. I’ve been doing a lot of things on impulse lately, but I try not to overthink and sabotage them as long as they make me happy. Generally, I’m just a selfish version of myself now. 

The theme of my year is really “no wahalurrrd💅”

Of course, it hasn’t been all rainbows and unicorns, but I’m not going to let anything stress me - I can’t lose the small weight I’ve been struggling to gain abeg. 

Work wise, I’ve been doing good. Constantly learning, gaining exposure and improving in every way I can. (You already know me, best in hardworking) 

I’d say I’ve also been doing okay personally; me and my terrible eyesight against the world. I’m happy and I’m sane.

I won’t lie, I’m glad the elections are over. That period was filled with different variations of madness that I hope I never have to encounter again….which brings me to my conclusion that none of us are truly 100% normal in this country. Let’s leave that gist for another day. 

I want to know how you have been. Has 2023 been treating you well? Or you’ve started seeing shege? 

Let me knowwwwww

Toodles✨



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