Babes, Jana(yesterday) I fell like the cartoon characters. Instantly, abruptly, with both feet in the air. I got mud everywhere.
I jokingly posted that my biggest struggle at the moment should be learning how to walk in high heels. I called this process elevation: from Crocs to heels. Since then I have fallen twice, mara mbili in this Crocs. I think it’s time I ditched those things and wore appropriate footwear.
Babes, my hairline is not giving. It’s partly my fault and partly genetics. I haven’t been consistent with the rosemary and cloves oil and that father’s side gene isn’t helping. Since I undid the proper hairdo, (I don’t know why I called it proper, maybe because I paid money for it. Or because everyone was relieved I finally had a decentish & normal hairstyle), I haven’t stressed my hairline. I’m hoping Miss Girl is growing and catching up to the rest of the hair.
I turn twennyyy five in fourteen days and I have a theory. I don’t think our frontal lobe(or whatever growth they expect from us) when we turn twennyyy five. I think the frontal lobe develops when you pursue growth and development. I think, if you start to question your bad behaviors, bad spending habits, bad breath, etc at twennyy, by the time you hit twennyyy five, you’ve unlearnt or in the process of unlearning a lot. I mean, why else would they insist you lose value past twenny five? This thought is not rooted in research just observation.
Another thing bestie, I’m so confused. I want to gift myself, I want a solo dinner, I want cake, I want massages. I’m not sure how to fit all these on the twenty-fourth of this month. Should the birthday activities start early? What would you do?
My periods should start anytime now and I’m kinda repulsed by the idea of a pad. Maybe it’s the frontal lobe developing but I am no longer interested in disposable pads and the idea of turtles suffocating hasn’t sat well with me. I’m also no longer happy with my plain vocabulary and my shallow knowledge of literature. Lol. I do not have a plan on how to change that but I should. help. please.
That’s it from me. Remember I’m moderating a Twitter space this Friday at 9 pm Kenyan Time. We will be discussing whether you who read ebooks are thieves. Will we send you to prison? Or condemn you to a life of PDFs and Slow WPS only? Come to court, I’m the judge.
Letter 3 of 25 letters before 25, was meant for the version of me that feared friendships. Initially, I wrote of all the good times I’ve had with friends. But then I thought, that’s lame, how about I write this letter informing my friends I’ve fallen twice this month.