Sometimes life doesn’t always feel like a fashion blog.
It actually feels like I possibly got my identity stolen. No, I know my identity has been stolen.
You shed a tear in the bathroom because why, “Is it always a random Tuesday?”
Or you’re processing, and a random man you think is about to steal, decides not to steal, but we know someone stole something.
Can I get a break? It’s not 12 yet. I knew I should’ve gone home.
Today was one of those days when the 20-somethings did their thing.
I ate a bowl of cereal and chicken fries dipped in ranch for dinner, with a glass of strawberry kiwi punch.
No cookies or chips today. I ate them all yesterday, and it’s a no-candy type of week.
It’s 10:57 p.m., and as I write this blog, I take a deep sigh of relief.
I told my mom she was going to eat her words, not sure what that means but I am tired.
Could blame it on retrograde, but I am trying my hardest to ignore that this month, really can’t afford to allow it in my orbit. Having enough unfortunate events.
Income taxes will be late… this year, and I got 50-eleven bills due by March 26. Geez.
Did I pick a good major? Met an MSU alum today, “Go Green!”
Laptop dying, phone on 6%, and I gotta get this blog done because it’s one of those art projects you’re waiting to “blow up” from.
We’re over 60 days in and boy, am I running out of ideas. (Never)
Where does it break God?
Where does it feel like being 25 isn’t so bad, and I can have birria tacos for dinner?
I mean, homemade birria tacos. The meat they use is about $20 a chuck, and if you’re using raw ingredients, I see why this dish is “extra”.
This isn’t about tacos, though.
I’ve seen 25 be beautiful, enjoying warm weather and letting the sun soak into my skin, making me glisten and feel warm and connected to nature, or experiencing something new in my city and enjoying it because it gives me a new perspective.
While today was one of those days, it was just a sentence in my week. Not the full summary.
I mean, Monday wasn’t horrible; it was quite warm, and I wanted to take my top off, but that mini breeze hit me as soon as I walked outside past 7 p.m.
Good days and okay days, never bad days, because they’re just moments, and I can’t allow them to ruin my entire day. Because I did learn something new today.
No, we didn’t have that medium pair of joggers, and I am sorry, ma’am, for my lack of eye contact because I was still teary-eyed from my bathroom cry, but not going to lie, your request for joggers made me realize this –
If I am going to be a brand owner, business owner, business goes on. I wanted to go home, I wanted to go cry in the car, but I am also not that little girl anymore, and I owe it to myself not to fall back into the pattern of defeat.
While you may have stolen my identification number, you didn’t steal my identity.
And my identity knows I am going to find a solution, not dwell, and not allow your attack to trouble me. I rebuke it.
yOU FeEl me?
No, it doesn’t feel good. It feels like “here we go”, a bump, but it’s just like a pothole, something in the street to scare you, make you swerve.
So, yeah, another random incident, growth development moment at 25, but I am glad it happened.
I am glad today happened because it taught me –
Don’t trust everyone with your data.
Don’t just leave when you feel defeated, no. Take a moment, but come back stronger and vent. Sometimes it is okay to tell people what’s wrong with you, to the right people. They truly may be able to help you, cheer you up, and reassure you that it’s going to be okay.
Because it is.
With love,
C.Alilijah