Sunday 8 March 2015

Shea butter and lists.

If you’re in Grade 12 and having a panic attack right now then I understand why completely and I offer you hugs and tissues.
With university applications on the horizon (not really they are here) and decisions coming up (what am I going to study) and then losing confidence in your decisions( WHAT IF I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS IN 5 YEARS EVEN 3 YEARS MY LIFE IS AN ENDLESS DARK PIT, A PIT OF NO RETURN). I find myself having regular panic attacks and then eating, no doubt my pants size will have quadrupled by next year.
Being at this stage of life is truly strange, I remember when my mom wouldn't let me go to the mall alone with friends and my first day of high school, I was so oblivious with my newly pressed school uniform armed with my new edition Angus, thongs and full frontal snogging book in bag, and now with the freedom to hop in the car and go to whomever's party  I actually wish I could go back to a space where I didn't have to make decisions but coming of age is unavoidable and i asked myself “what is it you want?” The answer: happiness.
So following this all the decisions I will make in my life will lead me to happiness and then I’ll breath and be ok because life really isn’t that serious.
I have decided to sort out the lists and clutter in my life and I’ve even done some thrift shopping (after which I had to thoroughly disinfect everything I bought)
But back to the lists
Things I know for sure:
After every sunset will come a sunrise:
What makes you cry yourself to sleep today will only leave you with scars that fade, they fade faster if you use Shea butter which is really the cure to everything.
Nothing can replace and is more important that good friends.
Loving yourself is the greatest remedy for diseases that rot your insides.

Parts of me that I never want to lose:
My sense of humor
Social awareness cause this world aint gon’ fixed itself
My fro, I need to continue changing lives with my greatness.
My uncanny ability to see the best in people even when they don’t present it.

Things I want to do before I die:
Make a difference in at least one person’s life
Travel the world ( not really Paris, France, Dubai more like Marrakesh, New Delhi and Bali)
Be a source of light and love (yes, I’m corny)
Fall in deep, passionate, all consuming love.
Eat pounded yam ( Yes I’m Yoruba and please don’t judge me)
With this in mind I am ready to take on whatever terrible monsters come at me (in a post-apocalyptic Katniss Everdeen sense).