Coming into a routine of posting twice a week is a bit refreshing. It gives me a breath of a breather.
The last week has been full of events I have been busting with emotions. I traveled back home for an event and I got to see some of my favorite people in the world. Me and my girls were able to gather together, the full squad, we had fun and all that good stuff. I even had dinner with a very, very sweet person. It was nice.
It was lovely. It was great. But something happened when I was at home. Me, a whole me, 100,000 yards of white material, almost had a kitchen catastrophe, because I can’t think of any other way to put it.
It was so crazy. I wanted to make amala for my dad. And, I mean, basic stuff, yeah. Who doesn’t eat it? And let’s just say that I made something, but the concoction that was in that pot cannot be identified as amala.
They almost caught me, all my enemies.
My dad is someone that is very finicky about food. The amala had lots of lumps. I cannot explain what went wrong.
And I had to get rid of it quickly, without him knowing, obviously, and I made another one. The next one that I made turned out perfect. Smooth, and he even liked it. And it was just really funny to me, because, I mean, one would think with the number of times I’ve cooked in my entire life, mistakes like that won’t come about.
But it does sometimes.I gisted my mum about, expecting her to criticize me sef, but she laughed it off.I don’t like getting scolded, I do everything in me to avoid getting into mucky situations, and sometimes you can’t help it, it just happens regardless.Today I want to talk about the beauty of having people who don’t judge you when you make mistakes. No one is perfect.
Everyone makes mistakes from time to time. And, you know, sometimes we need to own up to our mistakes and our actions. Every once in a while, we make the wrong decisions or do the wrong thing and we beat ourselves up for it.
Having someone who can tell you the truth, yet be supportive, is really a nice thing. I appreciate the fact that in my circle, I have friends that I don’t have to hide things from. I can straight up let them know my best decisions and my silliest decisions.Lately, I didn’t necessarily make a mistake per se, more or less like I said I was going to do something and I didn’t.
I hit them up saying, I had this opportunity and I didn’t make use of it. Although, the first part of the message was me saying, if you’re going to judge me, I’m not going to say anything. But knowing that I have that safety to be able to reach out and say these things and not feel judged or criticized is really comforting.
I’m glad to have that opportunity. I’m glad to have that friend that I don’t need to be shy to tell things. And yet, they can hold me accountable to my actions.People are quick to judge, criticize or scold people for their actions, but sometimes we need to create a safer environment for our loved ones to stumble and yet, feel loved as they find their way or rectifying whatever it is.
In that light, remember to spread nothing but love and keep reaching for the Stars.
