I promise you, even the smallest kind gesture makes the world of a difference. You often spend so long brushing your own self under the carpet that even a single kind word makes you glow and radiate in a way you never thought you could.
I may be working on a mastery over my own emotional intelligence, but that doesn't mean to say I'm ready to exercise it well. Sometimes, it's just better to compartmentalise and step forward. I guess part of being an adult is keeping the heart in mind, but not the mind in the heart.
You don’t need grand milestones and gestures to commemorate your twenties. You just need to be willing to wake up every morning as though it is a chance to start all over again.
You get to a point in life where things are suddenly clearer than they ever have been before. You realise that you are exactly where you were always supposed to be, and the things that were destined for you have made their way back to yourself in their given time.
Sometimes summer reading lists become year-long reads, but that's okay. If life itself exists in the details and the gaps between the words, then so do we.
My Lord, often I banged my fists against the wall and wondered how You could stand back and watch me burn myself down to the ground. But, I understand now.
There was hikmah even in my self-destruction.
The days are dark, and the light seems as though it will never shine upon us, but we’re going to power through anyway and hold on to the most powerful thing we have, hope. The tides will inevitably change, and our paths will too often stray from the linear one we’d hoped for it to stay on, but that isn’t always a bad thing; sometimes what we need is different to what we want and it is in the right timing and situation that all which is right for us will align and make its self apparent.
On the good days and the bad, I reached out for my comfort book and read it cover to cover until my little brain pleaded with me to change it up a bit and read something new. But, my goodness, that book changed me.
And that’s the biggest difference in this new year of life. For so long I have lived for everyone else that I forgot that I’m a person too, and I deserve to be cared for by me.
On some mornings I still stand in front of the mirror for a minute too long and have to fight the urge to knock all of these products off the sink, but I have to take a moment to remind myself that this is for me. It hasn't always been for me, but it is now. I owe it to myself to be kind to my body, mind, and soul.
