Peanuts and good decisions

Here we are. April doesn’t just bring the rain, it brings the blooming season.

Q2 is starting, and you’re still in that garden.

“To Summer, From Cole (Audio Hug) plays in my headphones.

I like that song, it reminds me of one of those oldie but goodie RnB tracks. One day we’re all going to look back… well, not me because I knew it was tea, but we’re all going to look back and realize how good that song was.

April feels like a refresh; it feels fun. The weather is warming up, and more activities are arriving.

I want this month to feel intentional and also open my arms to culture.

Disappearing into the atmosphere

I left, well disconnected from every scene I was a part of. In most avenues, God removed me. It felt like someone literally grabbed me by the hand and was like, “No, come here. Not there.”

Which felt good, needed, and intentional.

Those dang 20-somethings

Being 25 is almost a social experiment. I realized in one night that I would rather start the party early and leave early. In simpler terms, let’s do a day-party vibe. By 8 p.m., let’s head home.

That realization is a game-changer.

Growth in your 20s is beautiful, even when it comes to dating.

No, I don’t need the boyfriend with the crazy lore

A few weeks ago, I said I desired a cool husband. Gotta be more specific, I don’t desire just any type of…lover because you can truly find just any type of lover in this world. You can have anybody…

But that doesn’t mean everyone deserves to know you.

Say no, or remove yourself from that. It’s power.

It’s dangerous to love sometimes

Keep reading, you know that’s just the headline.

Love is beautiful, it’s soft, it’s free, and when you truly know, you know it’s God-ordained.

Very God-ordained.

But how can it be dangerous?

Lust exists, too. The concept, “I like what I see, even when I don’t understand it.” Suppose you don’t understand it, hmmm. Maybe not.

That’s the biggest clue, the hesitation that feels like discernment.

Sometimes you gotta leave ’em right where you left em

Right on…that one street behind Woodward. Right on that one street, West Adams. Right on the one street, Chestnut Road.

I never had to overdo.

Cuz, sometimes you gotta leave ’em right where you left ’em.

Life truly does move on.

You can never stay too long

Always, remove yourself, especially when you get the “Let me leave.” It’s an urge.

Or better yet, “Let me leave.”

Sometimes, leaving is not just walking away; it’s protection.

And sometimes protection ain’t cheap.

It’s actually pricey

To truly be someone that’s connected, we’re not talking about who we know.

To truly be someone who’s connected, you know. It ain’t meant to be shared out loud, neither. You automatically know.

That’s how you know.

To the official Spring season

Let’s just show up.

With Love,

C.Alilijah

I listen to Hot Girl Bummer, and I am not ashamed.

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