2024: The One Where I Chose Peace (And Better Glasses) - Life, Love, Lessons.

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Hey,

It has been quite some time, hasn't it? I know I've been MIA for a good chunk of this year. Defended my final year project (which I got a big, fat A on btw), Graduation (this barbie is a graduate o, finally! Once again, Asuu is mad), and working multiple jobs... it's been A LOT. But hey, we're here, and looking forward to what's next. 


Now, let's get into the good stuff. 

This year really was something, to say the least. Starting off heavy, I severed ties with something that had been draining for a long while, which eventually became too cancerous. Sometimes, you realize that walking away is the strongest thing you can do. 

On the flip side, I also rekindled my bond with my mom, and we've become close friends, sharing secrets (mostly doing amebo sha) and laughing over the silliest things. It has really been nice to have her in my corner. Now I have made her realize she's dealing with a proper adult, not that clueless 14-year-old version of me she still had in her head from years ago. I have my own views, and I am set in my ways. Even if she disagrees, she sees things from my point of view and tries to understand me. In the same vein, I have started to see her as "just a girl". Before she was my mother, she was just a girl like me, trying to figure out her own life too. We definitely still have our differences, because sometimes I try to correct her viewpoints on some topics and norms from her time - especially about equality, respect, boundaries, finances, relationships, religion and so many other things like that.

I actually liked my birthday this year (although there's a looming thought that I'm getting older). It was calm, quiet and pure bliss. It served as a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there are moments of pure joy. A very special shout out to my girlfriends for always showing up for me, even when I am holed up somewhere. I'll cherish you guys forever. This is equally an appreciation for the support and tireless efforts of my person - this might sound cliche, but I'd have gone off my rockers this year if it wasn't for them. You have been a lifeline for me, and I hold so much love for you.

Joining a community of amazing women (The Emecheta Collective) was another wonderful decision I made this year. The support, the knowledge sharing, and the feministhood (is that even a word? 😂) have been incredible. It's opened my eyes to new things and strengthened my feminist ideals. My mentality has changed in the best way possible, and it has pushed me to be a better version of myself.

Did I forget to mention that my eyesight got even worse? Yup, it's me and my glasses till the end of time - certified blind girl, representing. Also, I really got into my coquette, kawaii chic, pinteresty, pastel danish aesthetic bag this year - and I love that for me🤭

While every single thing didn't exactly go as planned, it's important to remember that life is full of unexpected twists and turns. I had bad days too. Days where I cried, days where I wanted to give up, days where all I did was binge watch TikTok and sleep, days where I was frustrated, days where I was at odds with my loved ones, days where I turned off my phone didn't want to talk to anybody. 

Some things might not work out, but that doesn't mean we give up. We pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and we moveeeee.  It's okay if you didn't achieve all your goals. You're still here, right? We go again. Learn from your mistakes and keep it moving. It can get exhausting, truly, but what choice do we really have on this floating rock?
I already know how I want next year to be for me, down to the tiniest detail. I'm ready to do all of the work it takes, and I can only hope it all goes according to plan. 

2024 was my year of real adulting (sort of). So, here's to 2025 - more stability and progress. May it be the best year yet!

Toodles💕


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