Day 14 – Motherhood V

There is no right time or right age. Motherhood sometimes is the beautiful after you experience because you’re in the right place at the right time with the person you can call your own. There are no ties, bloodlines or obligations, you’re simply brought together by fate to complete each other. In our case, I thank my stars and your gut. Continue reading “Day 14 – Motherhood V”

Day 9 – Passengers

This morning, I was looking at pictures from my school days. We were a group of girls, inseparable and making life-long promises to each other. Nine years later, we’re all in different parts of the world, doing different things. Some of us stuck to our paths, some of us chose new ones. It’s funny how something that once meant everything now means nothing. But is it that? Nothing?

Not every relationship can be permanent and that’s okay.

Every person we meet has a role to play in our lives. Some to teach us who we are, and some to teach us who we’re not. This one is to all those friends whose lives crossed paths with mine. We may not still be friends but you’ve made a difference in mine, and I hope I did the same for you.

Just because one relationship falls apart, our worlds shouldn’t. We’re lucky to have temporary passengers, giving us memorable experiences and lessons.

Hold on to them, relive them, learn from them.

PS. Shoutout to the girl I shared my first flight to Melbourne with. Once a passenger, now engraved on my heart and life. Happy birthday Rhuta. Thank you for crossing paths.

Today’s tune – Mama by Jonas Blue & William Singe.

Day 9 – 12 May 2017.
357 days to go.

Thanks for listening and if you relate, say hello, please and thank you.

Day 5 – Mondaze

Donwil and I were discussing the end of the weekend, and the week ahead. Oh, the dreaded school nights. There’s always this long list of things to do and excitement for Friday. And like most people, he couldn’t wait for Friday to get home and in bed, and binge watch football and the movies (I think. All this on the previous Saturday). To that, I snapped back almost defensively in my head thinking, “I love Mondays, shame on the world for not.”

I like my Mondays the way I like my tea − hot, strong and sweet.

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