A LETTER TO MYSELF

DEAR ME,

Wow. Look at you, still breathing, still glowing, and still somehow figuring this whole “adulthood” thing out without an instruction manual. The past year? Whew! It was a rollercoaster with a few unexpected loops, one or two upside-down moments, and a whole lot of “wait, did that really just happen?”

You survived the lessons that tried to break you (and yes, you cried more than you planned to, let’s not pretend) but you also laughed at moments that made zero sense, danced in your tiny room like it was a Grammy stage, and found peace in places you didn’t expect.

Reflected on the past year and it taught you the value of choosing yourself and caring less about people’s opinion of you— even when it felt selfish, even when it felt scary. You learned that saying no is not rejection, it’s redirection; that soft life is not a luxury, it’s a lifestyle; and that self-love sometimes looks like skincare at midnight and other times it’s cutting off the unnecessary drama before the day even starts.

Now, you’re stepping into a brand-new year of YOU — and this one is about growth, softness, and audacity. Be audacious enough to take up space. Grow boldly, even if it makes people squint. Love yourself so loudly that people get stunned and want to emulate you.

So, Dear Future me, I hope you read this with a smug little smile, knowing you’ve kept the promise to water your own garden first. I hope you’re still a little dramatic (because life’s too short to be too serious), but also more wiser, softer, and richer — in peace, purpose, and maybe even dollars🥰.

Happy new year to me — Cheers to the new era; cheers to more growth, more laughter, more audacious self love and less nonsense.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMOTITOLA (with love and a tiny bit of sass)❤️❤️

It’s been a while here. Well, let’s say this is a welcome back note🤗.