At some point in our lives we’ll stop counting anniversaries and birthdays. The excruciating days will blend into weeks and morph into months that create distant memories that we tally off into years. Life will continue to evolve and as we pull over to the side of the road and utter, breathlessly, “How did we get here?” a car’s horn will blow or our pocket will buzz with a casual SMS from a distant friend, pulling us away from all memories and back what’s here and what’s now.
For the past is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and all words are cast in clichés and prose.
Four years ago this week, I stayed up way-too-late writing my first ever blog post and hitting publish.
Launching this blog was one of the best decisions I’ve made. It gave me a place to establish my voice and my personal brand, a platform to launch multiple speaking engagements, and been the link to a number of jobs (yes, the kind that comes with money).
It has also given me many late night sessions, freaking out about how to explain what the chaos I do here. It has given me endless amounts of jealousy towards all of the fashion and food bloggers in the world who can synthesize exactly what they write about in once smooth, succinct sentence. A luxury that I do not have, should not have here, and yet always want. (Sigh.)
This blog has given me friendships and access to some of the most inspiring people that I know. It has given me a place to tell the stories that I was born to tell and an outlet to let my creativity travel in a direction that I never knew was possible.
And it gave me the opportunity to come out as the person that I’ve been my entire life.
And where will it take me and where will I take it? Only the next chapter will tell.
Happy fourth birthday, lamiki! Thank you for joining me for the ride.
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