The Summer of 35

The Beauty in Becoming Today’s struggles will always reap tomorrow’s fruits and lessons; that’s something I’m learning to hold close. Yesterday was one of those chaotic, emotional days that felt like a divine reminder of purpose. I had an exam to write and, on the very same day, I was invited to give an alumni speech at a graduation event for a program I didn’t even complete. It felt ironic at first, standing on that stage as someone who didn’t finish the journey like others did. But it was also humbling. I had kept in touch with the people there and left the program on mutually understood terms. So, when they reached out, I knew this wasn’t a coincidence; it was grace. Sometimes, God places you back in rooms you thought you had outgrown just to remind you that your value was never tied to completion, but to contribution. Divine Reconnection This year, I went through a difficult time, one of those quiet storms that shakes your confidence and makes you question your strength. In t...

The Promise of Better A new era is here. The promise of better has arrived, not in grand gestures or sudden breakthroughs, but through quiet, steady steps. The kind that often go unnoticed but always count. When I look back, I see that every small effort, every hesitant leap, every tear, and every prayer brought me here. Growth rarely feels like progress while you’re in it. It’s slow, messy, and filled with moments that test your faith in yourself and in God. But today, standing here, I can say this with peace in my heart — I’m happy to be here. To be present in my own journey. To witness my evolution. To know that I dared to step beyond the safety of my comfort zone. The Gift of Believing There’s a certain magic in believing in yourself, not in a loud, boastful way, but in the quiet knowing that you can. I’ve done things I once thought were impossible for me. I’ve chased dreams I didn’t feel worthy of and learned that the act of believing is, in itself, a reward. Faith in you...

Stepping Into the Room This week, I found myself sitting in a room I had once prayed to be in. You know those moments where you walk in smiling, heart racing, excitement buzzing beneath your skin, only for that sneaky inner voice to whisper, “Are you sure you belong here?” That was me. On Tuesday, I was thrilled, proud, and prepared, yet halfway through, my old self-sabotaging tendencies showed up like uninvited guests. They whispered that I wasn’t worthy, that my essence wasn’t enough, that I didn’t go to university, and that I wasn’t running a wildly successful company. Those thoughts came hard and fast. And the worst part? I almost believed them. The Mirror Talks Back I must’ve gone to the bathroom three or four times, not to escape the room, but to find myself again. Each time, I looked into the mirror and whispered, “Hey, crazy, you belong here. Don’t doubt that. Not even for a second.” There’s something sacred about meeting your own gaze and choosing kindness over criticism...

  Opportunities and Grace Life has a way of opening doors that we once only whispered about in prayer. Opportunities don’t just fall into our laps — they come wrapped in grace, waiting for us to unwrap them with courage. This week, I found myself in rooms I once dreamed of being in, only to realize that stepping into your dream is both a joy and a terror. The Joy and Terror of Being Seen There’s something almost sacred about being seen — really seen. But with that visibility comes the weight of expectation, and the fear of making mistakes grows louder. It’s a delicate balance: wanting to shine while secretly trembling at the thought of stumbling. The Little Girl Meets the Woman Inside me, there is still that little girl — wide-eyed, hopeful, unsure if she truly belongs. And then there’s the woman I am becoming, the one who longs to see her visions materialized, who aches to step fully into her calling. This week, those two parts of me clashed, and it was as if they were both ...