A couple of months ago, I came on here and told a lie. The lie was that I would start blogging consistently again. To be fair, I wasn’t lying when I said it, I really meant it. I meant to come back and build a circle and trust amongst the people who take time out of their lives to read the musings of an old ageing maid. But life (read laziness) happened and here we are .
But the year is new and we try again this year. Bathini abeTwitter? We try again as if we know no pain or disappointment. Oh but the pain and disappointment we know! Stories for another day.
Speaking of the year being new and what not, this is the year I turn 30 or as I have appropriated, ” the year I turn pretty”. This is going to be the prettiest year of my life. Put some lipstick and bow on it because we are that serious! Lol. I joke. Not physical pretty, I am too far gone for that but pretty pretty.
Pretty to me is being more reliable as a friend, a colleague and family member. Pretty is me being a safe space, for people I care about and more importantly even for people I don’t know all that well. I hope this blog becomes that for you. I hope it becomes a place where you and your hopes and fears and your faith and your love can feel safe. From judgement, from ridicule, from anything that distracts from the main thing.
Turning pretty for me means laughing more and taking more pictures and having more conversations and really moving outside of my comfort zone. I wish the same for you, prettiness in whatever shape or form that in may take.
As we start the new year, I wish you love, joy, mistakes that grow you and moments that actually count.
So come on this journey with me as we explore our respective prettiness (read 30-phobia; listen we have a lot to talk about )
Until next Friday, Happy New Year!
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