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Tales of a recovering control freak

‘Lady High Control Freak’ was the nickname given to me by myself and my friends. I loved to be in control. Heck! I could control how I spoke, what I said, how I sat, how I looked, and how things should go. Or so I thought!

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Day 31: Walking Distance

They walked in circles, afraid to say goodbye.

The street lamp stood still.

It had seen many hearts meet, and many hearts break.

They were no different.

-m.e. 2020.


And that’s the end of our August challenge! Thank you so much for walking the distance with me! 😘

I first saw this writing challenge on Instagram and jokingly decided to participate. As I started, I quickly found out how challenging writing consistently for 31 days could be. But here’s the thing about commitment, if you think about the distance you have to go, you may just chicken out.

So here’s what you do, you take one day at a time and just keep at it. Same thing with life… when you start thinking about the future or the past and all the distance you’re yet to cover, you’ll most likely feel anxious or depressed. That’s why you need to try taking one day at a time. Your only job right here is getting through the day. That’s all you’re given, the present. And with that, someday you’ll look back at all the months or years that have passed, just because you kept taking one day at a time.

I really appreciate the readership, and the love you guys showed me. Thanks to you all, I finally hit my 40k goal!!!! 💃🏽 💃🏽 I’m indeed thankful for God’s Grace that kept me going.

Please remember to like, comment and follow the blog! There’ll be many more exciting things coming your way.

So, let me the first to wish you a Sweet September you won’t forget in a hurry! 💕

Lots of love,

M.

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Day 29: Good Company

She loved the night.

She loved the vulnerability that was found under the moonlight;

The silver tears and muffled cries on squeezed pillows.

She loved the night.

She loved how the face was bare of every makeup and pretense,

How the body was unclothed from luxury and status,

She loved the night.

Because that’s how she could see the raw and uncut version of you.

You were truly good company.

So she said, “One night, let’s just refill our coffee mugs and talk till the sun comes out.”

-m.e.2020

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Day 28: Missing today

Today I’m missing that part of me that’s more hopeful and childlike. The part of me that still believes there’s more to life, than mere existence. More to impact, than just the accumulation of material gains.

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We live in a society where the rite of passage to adulthood includes bagging a degree or more, getting a good job, getting married, and even having kids! It’s like you’re not an adult if you’ve not crossed off one or all of these. And hey, these are not bad! But what I would like to bring to your consciousness is that tiny part of you that longs for something more. That part of you that you may be missing, even without knowing.

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Day 26: New language

I made a Bulgarian friend last year and I tried to learn how to say hello. It went something like— Здравей, приятелю — even I couldn’t pronounce it. 😂

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I’m intrigued by the diversity in cultures and languages we have in the world. I think God really had fun that day at the Tower of Babel when He divided men by various languages.

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