That weather hasn’t broken yet.
Just sitting, enjoying the peak of warmth. The sun is keeping it warm, but we’re in a cold space.
So, cold, the people keep it cold. Quite cold.
Let’s Get Into It
At 25, you’re no longer the 21-year-old who doesn’t look beyond the talk. You look at the messenger.
At 25, you’re feeling like you’re still 22, but you didn’t even like that crew, so why go back?
Sometimes, some chapters in your life close
Before you can even end them.
No perfect ending. Meaning, when something ends, it opens the doors for the next adventure. Wanting a perfect ending doesn’t always equal closure. Stop chasing perfect endings.
Let it end, so your new blessing can arrive.
25 is beautiful
It’s a season of learning, loving you, embracing you, and letting go of anything that doesn’t continue the pieces of you.
Stay in your peace.
Don’t let anything disrespect, disrupt it, dismantle it.
“No weapons formed against me, shall prosper.” Isaiah 54:17
You feel there’s something else for you
A new space, a new position, a new set of people, a new set of opportunities.
Twenty-three-year-old you seeks the space but can’t own the space because you can’t relate. The 25-year-old reads the room and chooses her spaces wisely.
We know when it’s time to pack it up.
Counterfeit nation
We meet a lot of people who feel just right. They feel like we can trust them, but then you realize these ain’t the same folks we knew yesterday.
A set of beasts waiting to attack their prey, too bad they have no room to stay. They’re removed and sent back to their …
However, we do meet the missing puzzle pieces even during the season of solitude.
I don’t know where I am going with this
You know what, 25, you’re not that bad. You have your character-development moments, but you’re truly a year of fruition, intuition, and embracement.
A true blooming season.
I don’t think it’s leaving home that’s the scary part; it’s the memories. It’s the comfort, the laughs, the cries, the safety net. Watching the trees bloom, taking my doggy out for a bathroom break, and sitting in my car.
Pulling up with the music blasting. A new song just came out, and it’s hot. So, you know, I gotta let the whole neighborhood know what I am listening to right now.
Just because
That’s 25.
But then another part feels like…
“Am I too childish? Do I need to stop doing this, because I am 25 now? Should I stop eating those Starbursts? Is that childish?”
Then it’s like, “Nah, that’s not childish, you couldn’t buy that when you were 15, so now you’re just buying it for yourself because you got grown-up money.”
When you’re young, you don’t have good money management. You learn to budget when bills are due, and something you really like is cut out of the plans because bills are due.
We will always have a $7 coffee tho
Possibility took the” treat yourself something nice” memo out of context one too many times.
A 12-oz, maybe 16-oz coffee is now $7 at a base rate because some 25-year-old came in and said, “I have to treat myself to something nice.”
And the cashier says, “Yeah, you should.”
Further confirming that paying $7 for coffee is worth the price for 10 minutes of satisfaction.
There’s a new generation of coffee drinkers being born, but we love two espresso shots and third shots if we’re feeling spontaneous.
Then we’re hopeless romantic
If you haven’t let love turn you into a nasty serpent.
We like easy dates, well, I do.
Spend the whole day kinda love.
Be safe and have fun kinda love.
Vibing to whatever kinda love.
A whole day with you?
First, we need that $7 coffee.
Followed with a mini run to the grocery store.
I have to shop early at the grocery sto.
Ion like to shop late for my groceries.
Next, we are at the clothing store.
“Are you hungry?”
Eating a meal in the parking lot.
I could go on, but that would be too easy.
I still like surprises.
You do move on, though
Twenty-five is the perfect time to let your past hurt go.
Have good audacity.
With love,
C.Alilijah