If you had asked me a year ago whether I considered myself a creative I would have said no.

Making friends in adulthood is hard ya’ll! Who knew they’d be so difficult to make and maintain?

So my daughter started this week and I am not ok. *cue a flood of emotions cause how have 3 years gone by so fast? 😭

Today’s my birthday YAY!! I say yay but with most birthdays that have passed in the last few years, I haven’t felt a feeling of jubilation or celebration.

My journey to what a traditional ‘successful’ life should look like has been bumpy.

I wrote a post last week on Instagram where I commented that my calendar reminded me that around this time last year, I decided to take a chance on myself, literally and creatively.

As you know by now there’s been a lot of reflection that’s been happening over here & lessons being learned.

I asked myself the other day ‘what’s holding you back from the life you want to live?’ And I concluded it was fear.

I really pressured myself to get this post out before the end of last year. I was like ‘this is what everyone does you know and that’s what you’re supposed to do right? When you have a blog? Make sure you get that last post of the year in before it’s too late?’

I’m on my period. And with that comes the bleeding, leaking, tiredness, cramping, PMS’ing, the usual. For the last 20+ years it’s been a love hate relationship (more hate than love but I'm learning to give my body grace!)

In the literary words of our dearly departed princess Aaliyah, we really be going back, back, forth & forth when it comes to learning life’s ever changing lessons. The struggle is real ya’ll!

Do you sometimes just take a step back and think ‘we’re the adults now?’

This week, one of my cousins (hey Louisa!) is getting married and I couldn’t be there. More or less my whole extended family, bar for a few of us who couldn’t make the trip, will be home celebrating their union.

So I did a thing. This is the thing.