When I was a child, I used to have this reoccurring dream about myself flying in this beautiful, very green garden of some sort with someone I’d never met in awakened life. I can’t tell you if they were a boy or a girl, but they held my hand whenever I had this dream, to ensure I wouldn’t fall into the river below where sometimes, crocodiles were swimming in the clearest of waters.
I think I’m pretty lucky to have been born between two eras— the one where cellphones were being introduced along with other life changing technologies, and the one where we transitioned from things like cassettes, VHS tapes and floppy disks to DVDs (and now streaming) and USB sticks for our convenience. Even though I can actually say I watched the world evolve, there are times when I miss how simple things used to be.
Often times, giving up feels like the best option. You’ve tried numerous times to make something work, you invested money, time and emotions you can never get back but it doesn’t seem like you’re moving forward. It’s happened to me. There are plenty of occasions that I’ve poured my sweat and tears into something that I really wanted to make a success out of… but nothing. And when everyone you know is easily attaining everything they want, feeling like total crap is the only way to go, right? No!
I’ve been very blessed to have been nominated four times for this as I’m a fairly new blogger and I’ve been meaning to get to writing something up for this since my first nomination mid-February.
Dear past and current Lydia,
In light of it still being the month of love, I’ve been inspired to write a letter from the future to both my past and present selves. Most times, we live a life of stress and panic; we’re afraid of taking leaps of faith for our passions or the people we love out of fear of failure or even the fear of beginning, because of the unknown. You’re a perfectionist and always want to come out on top with a bit of praise and, while that’s okay, facing your fears is the first step.
I started blogging at the very end of August 2018 (for September that year) and my goal at the time was to share posts about the things that set my soul on fire: music, books, food, spirituality, fashion… everything that made me the girl I am today; I was inspired to bring positivity to the world in the best way I could possibly image, in a world that’s so negative, and I chose blogging as my medium.
One of the lessons that being single has taught me is the importance of self-love. When you go a while without being romantically involved with someone, you have no choice but to focus on yourself and on how you can grow while you wait for the right person to come along.
IT’S THE MONTH OF LOVE!
For a lot of people, February is just a drag because it means that the shops are stocking up on Valentine’s day things to sell to you and you’re reminded quite bluntly that you’re the single friend while everyone has plans for February 14th and all you have, for yet another year, is your TV and a box of tissues (you could even blame my fellow Scorpios for this because apparently we created this lovely day to scam everyone into conceiving more Scorpios. I love this idea better). I really want to say that I feel your pain and that we can all virtually hold hands around an imaginary fire and sing some anti-love songs but, firstly, I’m here with a lot of self-love posts lined up for you and secondly, I’m manifesting a Valentine’s day date so I can’t cry with you this year. Sorry.
Towards the end of last year, I’d tweeted about posting daily about the little things that made me smile. I feel that most times, we’re all so caught up in our daily schedules and have our faces glued to a screen so often that we hardly (almost never) stop to appreciate the little things—the cooling rains after a scorching hot day, the water that quenched your thirst, the food you had today, the bed you slept in, your pet, a pretty bird that sat outside your window recently, art… add to your daily stress, the news and how packed with negativity that is.
After spending the last twelve months counting down to the end of it, we begin the cycle all over again in 2019.