Yesterday I turned 27, which is actually kind of strange of me to type, cos it’s weird to think that little me is 27. Little me you know, with the baby face and all that, but 27 I am and I am good with that. Very good with that.
Saying that I’m good with 27 is an even weirder thing for me, because I have disliked the thought of getting older for so long. I hated turning 25 with a passion and although I was fine with 26, the thought of getting older still filled me with dread. For a long time, the age of 27 disturbed me and I tried to avoid it, especially as it feels even closer to 30, but I’m not feeling too bad about that age either now. As long as these good genes of mine hold out, I’m still gonna be looking young and I love that.
I also felt really blessed and grateful to God to not only see another year, but to see another day of my life, as I’ve wanted to have my life taken away from me on way too many occasions to count over the past three years. This earth is a sick, twisted, sad place, which I know I’m not made for and wish I could leave, but I’ve also felt that so many others should be still breathing in place of me, who is often so ungrateful for the breath I have in my body. That was not the case this year.
I was extremely happy on the day, and I had been in a great place during the days leading up to it, which is always a positive thing. I’ve also had a positive year on the most part, with a number of amazing things happening and God opening a number of doors. I got baptised this year, my platform became an official organisation and celebrated three years this year (through God’s help only), I won my first competition with my poetry this year, I delivered my first keynote address this year, and I had my face plastered over a storefront this year. This is just a snippet of some of my many highlights, and we’ve still got four months of the year to go.
At 27, God has given me more than I could have ever imagined or asked for. He’s put me on a path I never expected or planned for, but love with all my heart and gives me a reason to keep fighting on. He’s also blessed me with many beautiful people, who contributed to making my day so special and a whole lot of fun, especially my sister who was there throughout the whole thing.
Usually, my birthday feels like a new chapter, but this year feels more like the middle of a chapter that is still being written, which probably won’t be finished until the new year comes and I am more than good with that. I just can’t wait to see what the rest of the year brings and what other blessings God brings my way, cos I know that I’ve got a whole lot more work to do, more love to spread in the world and more people to empower so that their voices are heard.
I’m only just beginning to tap into my true power and potential.