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Gratitude.

As 2022 ends, I greet it with nothing but sheer gratitude. This year was not without its challenges, but there was also the moments of joy. 



                                                        Photo captured in September 2022


I am grateful for the good, the bad and everything in between. I am also grateful for this space where I get to show up as my authentic self and where my writing doesn't have to be perfect. 


There are a few things I will remember most about 2022 -


Surviving Covid-19.

My family and friends surviving Covid-19.

Fighting acne. 

Loving and losing. 

Finding a skincare routine that works. 

Learning to let go of what wasn't mine. 

Shedding dead weight.

I took my meditation practice seriously. 

I took my healing seriously. 

Going back to therapy.

Wondering if I would meet my deadlines for my book. 

Fighting imposter syndrome. 

Fighting depression. 

Finding love and not knowing it was love.

Launching my second book.

Deciding to give love a chance.

Presenting on International Day of the Girl.

Experiencing inflation first-hand.

Experiencing crisis after crisis.

Living by faith and doing things scared.

Slowing down.

Making beautiful memories. 


For many of us it was a roller coaster and there were times we were unsure whether we would make it to the end of 2022. Yet here we are - still standing. If this is not a miracle, I don't know what is. 


We remember those who did not make it to end with us. May their memories live on with us. 


Some of the lessons I learned this year included:

1. You must let go of what no longer serves you to make room for greater things. 

2. Whatever you tell yourself, it is true. 

3. Ask for what you want; do not be afraid of rejection. 

4. You are not alone. There are people rooting for you. 


What stood out for you this year? What lessons did you learn?


Affirmation:

Inhale:

I let go of what no longer serves me. 


Exhale: 

There are far greater things ahead. 


May 2023 be kind and gentle to all of you.


Thank you for sticking around this year and for always reading. Love and light to you, always. 





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