Shadow to my light.

January has been so gentle with me. I am so grateful for everything that I encountered….the blessings I have received. the abundance. the ease. my heart is so full of gratitude.

I am getting into February with a heart full of beautiful emotions that are allowed to be felt and so much gratitude layered unto them.
two words, ease and abundance into Feb….and I am very much ready to receive all the beautiful surprises February has in-store for me.

To every awesome soul that’s gonna bump into this, I wish you an awesome and rewarding month ahead.

This is going to be a long one so vuta stool tafadhali.

I talk about Voi a lot. I’ve realized though, the frequency is dropping.

Tonight, I am trying to understand why I had such a huge attachment towards Voi. My first impression about Voi was “damn it is not picturesque”I would occasionally find myself saying “I miss seeing actual grass” then I would randomly say that it was too dusty and hot. Both true. Dusty because it is semi arid. And hot because? Still semi arid or it neighbors the coast? I have no idea, I’ll do my findings tomorrow in the middle of the day.

For context it is now 11:09pm.

As I think about it, I’ll never fully understand the depth of attachment I grew for Voi.. I remember the first time I went down there, it wasn’t scary. I was nervous for sure, but I was not scared. I was in the company of my uncle, my mom’s elder brother who’s into a lot of biochemistry and spends a lot of time in the labs, we call him Boston man because he has a heavy American accent. Accompanying us was his friend, an architectural engineer who was supposed to be designing the biotech plant. Very cool men. Simple. Easy. Arrogant when necessary.

At first I fell in love with Voi. It’s so hard not to when you’re just visiting, or when you’re visiting for the first time.

Then on our way back, my uncle repeatedly asked whether I was sure about really working in Voi. Honestly he could have asked a million times and my answer would have been one, I didn’t have a choice at that time. I needed the job.

And so I got back home and started immersing myself into the last days of entirely being home, and I would think “so eventually this is what adulthood is all about, constantly being nervous about the things we’ve been so accustomed to”

I had a boyfriend then, it was one of those relationships where you find yourself questioning “is this a forever I’ve singlehandedly picked for myself honestly?”

So the conversation between me and the then boyfriend surrounding my move to Voi had been a tense one, I had been given an ultimatum….”stay and I’ll set up a solid business for you or leave for Voi and we break up” believe me when I say it was a tense conversation. The ones you peeps refer to as “hard conversations” and honestly I’ve never gotten into a relationship thinking it was ever gonna end but with this one, I just had an ish ish feeling.

Anyway eventually we ended up laying our “terms and conditions,” and eventually I,bringing my usual dreamy thoughts about the insane road trips we were gonna have around the coast and one way or the other the ultimatum was settled.

The separation anxiety was insane, I’d gone visiting him then I got back home in preparation for my travels. Immediately I got back home, boyfriend drove back. Came to my place and we headed back to his place together. My mom found this amusing. I was sort of excited. At least we had like 12 more hours together.

The next day we came back, I packed my luggage and he drove me to my bus. My brother came along. I was genuinely sad.

I kept thinking about my mom. Home. My routine while at home. How being in a long distance relationship was gonna be a lot of work. And how I was gonna settle in Voi.

I cried so much on the way. I couldn’t even sleep. Thoughts came in different dimensions and all of them were fighting for my attention. My nervous system was in shambles just to say the least.

I arrived in Voi eventually, too exhausted. Tamara picked me up. We’d briefly smiled at each other during my short visit with my uncle the first time. We exchanged contacts and that was how I made my first friend in Voi. She picked me up and the first order of the day was me finding a house. (Honestly I had made a few others with whom we’d partied so hard together on the night before traveling back when I’d gone visiting with my uncle. So to be on the safe side under those circumstances, Tamara was the safest choice in a good way. A girl needed to lock in alright)

I didn’t care how. I didn’t care where. At this point I just needed a shelter, not even a house.

We checked three houses on the third, I was like “I’ll pick this one, I like it” to be honest I didn’t like any part of it. I was just too tired and I didn’t care much about what tomorrow held for me.

The caretaker though, I didn’t like him. There was something scary about him. Most importantly I didn’t like how he kept insisting “msichana mdogo kama wewe kiuishi pekee yako hivi sio vyema, na venye we ni mgeni” honestly that sounded more like a threat than a concern.

Around midday, we ended up in sagalla, at Tamara’s grandmother. That was where I was gonna spend a few nights because most of my things were arriving by courier and it was going to take a few days. I was grateful. Because amongst the many fears I had, spending the night alone was top 3.

I’d held myself together for so long and it was slowly becoming too overwhelming. I remember honestly telling Tamara, “babe I think I’m gonna break down” and her in her ever jolly tone she asked “mbona lakini? Wacha hizo”

Then Asif on cue my mother called”my literal heart” I only managed a gaspy”hello” and I broke down. The bad kind. So Tamara had to continue the conversation with my mom who was now shocked. “Mao” Tamara began. In normal circumstances I would have laughed so hard because the irony is “mao” in maragoli is more of an insult. I didn’t have it in me that day but a little later after a few days had passed by I had to explain to my mom how that was their way of addressing an older woman, it showed respect.

And so Tamara and her cousins ended up singing and dancing just to cheer me up.  I felt so guilty for being too much but I was genuinely grateful.

That was my first actual day in Voi

I only had a few hours to get myself together because the next day work was waiting for me. I was going to tuckle that side of  anxiety once I reported.

It is now 12:10am and I am exhausted.

Long story short, the scary caretaker ended up being extremely inappropriate… When I respectfully corrected him about being vulgar with me I woke up in the middle of the night to him chanting and doing some woowoo weird stuff outside my bedroom window. That was the LONGEST and most scary night. Thank God Tamara had spent the night. Fear alone could have killed me that very night. The Weirdo  was so determined and our efforts of trying to disrupt him bore no fruits. We switched all the lights in the house on thinking he would be embarrassed and stop but that just seemed to motivate him. So Tamara being religious decided we do a devotion, for God to intervene. We prayed and somehow prayers just inspire some confidence honestly.

We left the weirdo to his devices, the bottles he was hitting …the metal scrapes he was rubbing on the floor…..the curses he was hauling to me ….the chanting and everything else he was doing that we couldn’t see. Eventually, I didn’t sleep.

Two days later I was on the move again. There was no way I was going to stay there. Luckily I found a house just around my workplace. A bedsitter, it felt more secure and candid. Which several months later I had to move again because one dreadful night as I was asleep in the middle of the night I woke up to my curtain moving, only to wake up and find a creep on my window. My curtain drawn, and my windows wide open, in the middle of the night. In my very skimpy red nightdress. I confirmed it was around 3 in the morning. That was the day I knew I could actually wail like a real maragoli woman. I screamed so hard. The creep ended up jumping over the balcony, and because I was wailing calling for help while standing at my door I could also see him staring back at me from the empty space just Infront of the building, where he’d ran to after jumping over and God!! That was among the most traumatic things I’ve ever had to endure. Him standing there watching me and all I could think of was he probably had a gun and he was gonna unalive me. Story for another day this one.

Kids would greet me with “Shikamoo” and I would stutter so bad, ending up responding “Shikamoo” back. I would be so mortified then I’d laugh so hard at myself because honestly who the hell still recalls “marahabaa”

A little over two weeks in Voi I ended up breaking up with boyfriend, not like I had anticipated but every inch in me felt like it was gonna happen eventually. Things between me and him became so unbearable the minute I stepped in that bus to Voi. His major threat after I brought up the break up being he was going to locate my workplace and he would end his life as I watched. 

And so life went on. Happy to report that, at work I was deeply hated by a majority of colleagues for simply just existing. A lot of awful things were said to my face, and behind my back. I would go back to house most evenings and break down painfully. The next day I would show up at work and smile with some of the people who’d spoken pathetic things about me. I figured that was the best way to survive. I hate that then, I didn’t have it in me to stand up for myself, I wish I experienced some of those things now.

Anyway bedsides that I made my darling sweetheart friend Pauline. And despite everything I also made a lot of beautiful memories. It is there that I learnt how to immerse myself into physical friendships even though 99% of the time my life revolved around work and back to the house (site. Kwa nyumba. Site. Kwa nyumba tena).

Somehow my crib turned into a meeting point.

There were days when it would be so full and I would be so overstimulated but equally fulfilled, to be once in a while the person people came to. My most introverted acquaintances found this annoying, I remember one of them telling me not to always allow people in my space like that. But I knew one way or the other, eventually it was going to someday come to an end. Most of us were just a bunch of conflicted twenty something year olds who needed to at least get outside our heads once in a while. And honestly the conversations were banging. One thing about me, I am a whisperer for geeks, nerds, weirdos and intellectuals. Most of them you’ll never find them having small talks. They don’t give much care to what most girls worry about. 

A week earlier before traveling to Voi, a cousin of mine..a therapist by profession had given me a pep talk about not being so much an introvert. I thought it was helpful but later on while in an existential crisis I ended up hating ever having that conversation. Because what was so wrong about being introverted?

While in the depths of an existential crisis anyway I ended up falling purely and deeply in love. Twin flame with dreads. This only made it worse for me and the people who hated me (colleagues )and knew more about him. If anything, I fell in love with him, the nothingness. I fell in love with the soul. I fell in love before I could even make out his face, all I knew was his dreads. I would end up telling him this later. But according to busy bodies who knew me so well, they could bet their lives that I was stuck with him solely for his background.

What was “background” anyway? Background and an old soul, a weirdo (who doesn’t give a flying fuck about these material things that seems to worry most people to death,) like me in one sentence? Madness. A little over one year later, the accusations about his background became so extreme and so I needed to have the conversation with him. I genuinely didn’t give any flying fucks about his background either. I was more concerned,… if anything I had dedicated my essence to knowing his inner workings more than anything else the eye could see. If only his background was as vital as the things we were navigating together.

My love story with him will only ever be so understood by him and me. As it should be right? A beautiful love story that got me questioning the relationships I had ever gotten into before. And that marked the beginning of the  self awareness and the self I now possess, the understanding of the world I now exist in.



It’s 12:28am right now my creativity has left the chat and I am exhausted…….

to be continued one day if I ever remember or if I’ll ever write a book someday. Maybe.

Cheers

I am so grateful that the universe conspired into ensuring that I didn’t settle. Glad because if I ever settled, I would never have known how it ever felt to be this whole, on my own.

I wouldn’t have been able to explore the depths of everything that had stilled inside of me in my pursuit of love.

I am grateful I’ve gotten to experience how it feels to be whole. Even though there are days I get to question whether it’s just an illusion. Illusion or not, I am grateful that eventually I found it all, all within me.

I see how life was never against me, it was on my side all along. I only saw it from a twisted angle.

I can’t explain this peace. It’s hard to. I can only live it. I can only experience it.

It genuinely doesn’t feel like a new year to me. It feels more like a continuation. You get me? As if we simply paused for the holidays and then picked up right where we left off.

That said, I’ve noticed something about myself…my mind stands firmly on business when it comes to protecting my peace. A few days after Christmas, I spiraled. I always get nervous when a year is ending there’s something about closure that unsettles me. But this time, it stopped as suddenly as it began. And then… nothing. No New Year jitters. No anxiety spiral waiting at midnight.

On New Year’s Eve, I spent most of the day disoriented. Something deeply nerve wrecking had happened, and it ran circles around my emotions. I was afraid I’d carry that heaviness into the new year.

That night, Kwame called.
“Val ovendi, kuzie CITAM kusandize Yesu.”
(Hi Val, let’s go to CITAM and thank the Lord.)
Heavy in my feelings, I replied,
“Karunu Dave, mbula kutura yengo da.”
(Not today. I genuinely don’t feel like leaving the house.)
That was it. The call ended around 9:00 p.m.

I have this habit, maybe it’s just my thing of replaying moments. I’ll think, last year, at a time like this, I was here, doing this. And it’s intense. I don’t just remember events..
I remember smells, tones, what people were wearing, how the air felt. That night, I tortured myself with those memories.

I was genuinely sad.

But I’ve learned how to hide my heavier emotions, not out of denial, but out of a desire not to spill negative energy everywhere.

The night itself was calm. It was just my mom, my sister-in-law, and me. My mom kept dozing off, but it was as if we’d silently agreed that none of us would go to bed before midnight.

We watched a few YouTube videos, I’ve officially converted everyone into watching this countryside girl I love, and now they’re more hooked than I am.

Around 11:00 p.m., my sister-in-law suggested we watch a sermon as we waited to usher in the new year. So we did.

All this while, I was quietly balancing tears.
The moment the clock struck midnight, I clapped. It felt like an exhale…deep, subconscious. Almost like I’d been waiting to say goodbye to 2025 more than I’d been waiting to welcome anything new.

We held hands, and my dearest mom prayed. She mentioned all of us…my siblings, me, the extended family. I almost lost it. In moments like that, the absence becomes louder. One of us is no longer alive, and yet life insists that we continue.

I held myself together.

We said the Lord’s Prayer and went to bed because we had to wake up early for church.

I woke up still carrying weight. Whenever my nerves are stretched thin, I avoid my phone, it helps me regulate.

As the day unfolded, so did my emotions.

Slowly, gently, everything began to feel okay. I don’t know what the ancestors did on my behalf, but the calm that eventually settled in me was undeniable.

That’s how I ushered in the new year.

I was intentional about not setting goals or making a vision board. Instead, I chose two words for the year.. ease and abundance.

And I told myself, I am ready to receive whatever surprises await me.

I also took a break from writing, I realized I was spilling far too much unnecessary tea.

Now I’m living quietly in Gimarakwa village, waking up each morning with a heart full of gratitude, continuing my soft, familiar rituals.

I’ve been binging metaphysics content and hear me out,.. that stuff is good. Every day I learn something and catch myself thinking, “okay… yeah. That actually makes sense.”
One statement has been staying with me lately…
“The people who truly win are those who know how to play the game mentally.”

And this one keeps landing even deeper..
“You will never be given more by the universe than you believe you deserve.”

The month is moving fast. And I love the texture of 2026, the continuity, the lack of intimidation, the way it arrived without demanding performance.

I’m sending out love and light.🌸

Cheers.

It’s 5:48 in the morning as I start writing this.

I haven’t slept at all.

I know some people would say, “Val barely ever sleeps,” and they would swear by it.

My sleep is picky though. Somewhere around April last year, I started having genuinely good nights of sleep. I don’t know how it happened, because for the better part of my life, I simply didn’t sleep well.

What I do know is that I’m a very light sleeper. Most of the time, the slightest noise can wake me up. It could be something as huge as a pin dropping tiny, almost imaginary and I promise that would be enough. It could be someone snoring in the next room. Or maybe I’m just excited, in love, extremely anxious… or in a new territory where I feel like I’m invading space. That part is usually awkward, because tossing and turning is irritating to whoever is asleep next to you.

But somehow, for about a year now
..mostly while at home, I’ve learned to sleep through even pins dropping. Beautiful sleep. (Ask a light sleeper how much they treasure their sleep. Thanks.)

Last night, though, sleep didn’t stand a chance.

I came to bed knowing I’d manage at least some rest. Ha! The joke was on me. No matter how hard I tried to force my eyes shut, I couldn’t. Every time I felt myself almost drifting off, I snapped back awake to a racing heart, teeth grinding, throat tight, feeling like I was being choked to death by one of my own teeth.

The anxiety started in the morning.

For almost seven days now, there’s been someone who seems to have dedicated their life to insulting me. Some people genuinely cannot take rejection. Is it an ego thing? A self-esteem thing? A confidence thing? I don’t know.

I decided I wasn’t going to respond to the insults. I never respond to insults anyway…especially the ones that sound desperately dumb.

Instead, every time he insulted me, I blocked the number.

Yes, I also wondered how many WhatsApp accounts one person could possibly have. And how many phones. I remember Lynn asking me last week, “How is he pulling that? Is he putting a SIM card in, registering WhatsApp, then switching again?” I couldn’t answer her because I was equally confused.

Every time I blocked him, another number would text me. Sometimes he’d say something like, “Block hii pia,” and then proceed to say something incredibly stupid.

Because I also understand psychopaths, I left it at that.

At one point in January 2024, I received a WhatsApp message from him that read, “I’m going to kidnap you, and I’m going to kill you.” I shared the screenshot with a friend who advised me to get that thing from the police station…is it called an OB? Something like that. I thought, That’s a lot of work, and honestly, I fear the police. I also knew this was one of his tantrum episodes.

The wildest thing he ever said to me was back in April 22nd, 2023….he told me he was going to bewitch me. I laughed so hard.

In January 2022, he said he would locate my workplace and come unalive himself while I watched. I mostly just shook my head at his tantrums.

But yesterday, he overstepped. I said “hapana Val, huyu anakuja sana sasa”

So I unblocked one of his numbers and called him. The first number didn’t go through, and I immediately thought, “Okay Val, you’re in a maze.” Because believe me, this man has many numbers.

On the second try, the call went through. I knew he would pick.

In my head, I thought, I’ve worked on my nervous system for so long. This is the master of stoicism checking in. No sooner had he received the call (yes, I finally got to use that phrase) than I was already on my second word. I’ll call them words because, like I said earlier, I genuinely don’t know how to hurl insults. Aki Huwa sijui matusi honestly.

I started with, “What’s with your dish… respect!” Then I asked, “What’s wrong with your head?” I hate how I shake and stutter when I’m upset. I don’t even remember how it escalated into yelling at the top of my voice, but I remember saying, “You’re insufferable. You’re pathetic. You’re disgusting.” I went on and on, even after he hung up.

After the yelling, I sat down.

And I couldn’t think.
I called another friend who advised me to get a restraining order. I knew, in my head, that it would be genuinely exhausting but I also knew it would help. I decided on not getting it anyway (but in case I turn up dead, this should be your lead. Dark joke? Okay sorry). A psychopath has been on my case for years. That’s what not funny! For a couple of times he’s sworn on killing me.

I went through the day thinking I had released all the anger I’d been holding onto from every insult he’s ever thrown at me.

Until night came.

Until every time I tried to drift into sleep, I snapped back awake, heart racing, teeth clenched, throat tight.

I feel upset. So upset.

One of my favorite things to say, besides “genuinely,” is “I lead with my intuition.” I don’t know how I failed to smell how pathetic this would turn out before allowing him into my space at one point.

I also can’t understand how some people take rejection so personally. It’s never that serious. There are billions of amazing people walking this earth. I’ve taken my own Ls, and as painful as some of them were to swallow, I respected other people’s decisions.

Some people are just beyond help. Or like I told him, insufferable. Pathetic. Disgusting.

That’s how I haven’t slept at all.

That’s how I ended up sending a couple of quotes I found interesting to an amazing someone, then stopping myself when I realized I might be spamming. That’s how I picked up a book instead.

And because I had so much pent up anger with nowhere to put it, I figured I’d vent here.

And maybe leave a lead behind in case it’s ever gonna be needed.

Moral lesson….. let’s please learn to accept no as an answer without attaching a bunch of negative emotions to it.

It’s now 6:31.

Okay. Bye.

See you in another rant.

Love and light.

I had a dream last night.

I was heading somewhere with a group of friends, one of them was driving.

His attention slipped, not recklessly, just under the weight of too much, he probably got distracted by a thought or something and the road tilted toward disaster.

He fought the wheel, correcting, concentrating, trying hard not to lose us.

Everyone panicked. I stayed still, strangely calm, watching effort where certainty should have been.

I was calm, ready for whatever awaited my fate particularly. Almost like a rush and everything else was playing so fast right before my eyes.

I could see my friend who was driving, trying everything to salvage The situation, and all I could think in my head was, “it’s already too late, and I was braced for this.’

Apparently, the crash never came. Later… When he came to a halt, just a little outside his car where we’d stopped to process the shock….laughing, he asked, “Val we were almost dying yet you didn’t flinch, didn’t get scared, I didn’t see any trace of fear within you..?”

I didn’t answer then, because how creepy would it have sounded at that time if I blurted out this words “I was already braced, I walk around braced”

But honestly, even effort doesn’t give you control and fear doesn’t put your hands on the wheel.

Anyway, I woke up and didn’t give much thought to the dream..just until now.

Love and light

I turn 29 today.

That’s the whole point. 

I’m turning a new age. I was talking to a friend last night, and somewhere in between she said, “It’s an hour to your birthday.” I told her, “Wacha nidoz haraka kabla birthday yangu inipate.”

I slept. Peacefully. Because I spent the day galavanting around my village and following kids around.

Speaking of kids as I was seated in church, a small lovely girl who was sitting just in front of me kept turning back to stare at me. Maureen told me, “Pea huyu mtoto sweety.” I grabbed a sweet from my handbag and handed it to her. I was keen to notice that the sweet didn’t excite her. But eventually, she yielded to her intrusive thoughts.

She stood up, walked to where I was sitting, sat beside me, held me by my waist from the back, and rested her head on my shoulder like it was the most natural thing for her to do. She kept squeezing my side, like it was an exhale for her, like she just needed a shoulder to lean on.

I felt awkward at first because, as clingy and touchy as I am, that’s usually reserved for very specific people. Of course, I love kids and somehow, they are always drawn to me. I had a little pep talk in my head and told myself, “If she’s comfortable here, then I’ll just leave her alone.” And I did.

She traced every bit of skin that showed. She touched my tattoos like they were the most delicate pieces of art she had ever come across. Then she touched my other hand. Then she kept looking at my collarbones. Then my nails. She asked, “Hizi ni makucha zako?”

I told her, “Hapana, ni bandika.”

That was basically the first thing she said to me after all the touching.

Then she moved to my hair. She tried pulling it probably to confirm whether it was real. I squeaked, “Ouch, hiyo ni uchungu.” She stopped pulling, and as if to make it up to me, she removed the accessories from her hair and clipped them onto mine.

Then she went back to holding my waist, squeezing every so often.

She looked at Maureen, who was seated just on the other end, then asked me, “Huyu ni sisterako?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

She looked like she had something else to say, but I guess she decided not to. She continued squeezing my waist. At one point, she tried tracing my bra line that felt intrusive, but I let her.

I tried making small talk with her. I can’t quite recall her name (this is my greatest weakness the moment someone tells me their name, it’s like I forget to listen. I forget faces and places easily too).

Anyway, I asked her where she comes from. She mentioned a place I can’t remember, but she said she was visiting her grandma around my village. I told her, “Nice.”

Then I asked if the dress she was wearing was her Christmas dress. She nodded enthusiastically. I smiled at her and told her she looked lovely.

I got us a snack and she wanted us to exchange. I politely told her, “Sahi mikono yetu ni chafu, so hatuezi exchange.” She just held hers in her hand. I don’t know if she doubted how safe it was or maybe her mum had lectured her about not accepting things from strangers. But I wasn’t a stranger to her. I bet she knows me from her previous life.

Then something came up and I told her I’d see her around. That’s how I lost her. And I keep thinking, I wish I had held her back. I should have given her a hug before I left. 

Anyway, I slept so peacefully.

I woke up to a call from Adoli. God bless his soul. Then I checked my phone and found an M-Pesa message from Joyline. I went online to text her and found she had left a very short, thoughtful message and that’s when it happened. I broke down. Not cute. The ugly kind.

This girl… I could say so much about her. Someday, I will. May God bless her for me.

In the middle of breaking down, my phone pinged it was Marvin Otieno Okung’u, my campus best friend. This one saw me through the most. He was BJM/1004… I was BJM/1005. He sang Happy Birthday to me and wished me a good day. My heart melted. And after hanging up, I felt guilty because I never wished him anything on his birthday.

I jumped onto YouTube to listen to “I Have a Father” by Chandler Moore my latest favourite, thanks to Adoli.

Then my cousin Linda called and boom she started singing. She has such an angelic voice.

And honestly, that’s how my day started.

On the 20th, I wrote and said I wanted today to be peaceful and calm. That’s my essence.

These simple joys the calls, the singing, the message all the way from Liverpool,.. these are the things that make me, me.

You know, I wanted to sleep before 12:00 a.m. last night because I didn’t want to cry. But I’m Valary, and I cry at everything.

This has been quite a year and everything I encountered, I needed it. Well, apart from that one night I went out with a friend in Kisii and somehow we lost each other and I didn’t have my phone. I could have died that night. The trauma. I’ve never spoken about it but I will, someday.

The few times I went off on people and later realized I could have acted better.

Watching myself slowly move from a temperamental mess to a regulated soul.

The fact that I no longer wear overthinking and anxiety like a badge of honour.

That nowadays, I don’t run away from mirrors …in fact, I love mirrors. I talk to my reflection more than I talk to people, honestly. I see myself.

That there’s no trace of bitterness or anger within me. I don’t know how this happened, but my heart is so full of peace. 

Nowadays, I’m aware of my thoughts. I can literally stop a thought, or pay attention to it, sit with it, observe it, and not lose myself. I’ve met myself. I know thoughts are just things.

I know it all begins in the mind.

And to random little sweet children who walk into my space and show me so much love thank you.

To everyone who has contributed to my growth this year, I say Asante sana. 

To lovers and friends who turned into strangers a long the way, I wish you nothing but peace and love.

28 has been about shadow work. That’s everything I can account for. And I am so proud that I survived it. And for the millionth time this month, I love the person I am now so, so much.

So happy birthday, Val. May your 29th year be full of EASE, FLOW, ALIGNMENT, ABUNDANCE, and JOY. And play hard… because this is your last stretch in your 20s.

I love you. I see you.

Side note…..Later in the evening, I met the girl from church again and joked about her buying me fries. I was exhausted, thinking about showering and cooking pilau for my people. I hope she grows into the angel she already is. I hope the world doesn’t deal her with extremes.

And that’s how I transitioned from 28 to 29.

Grateful.

Love and light, loves.