I was talking to my friend, the one friend I call when I need recentering. Lets name said, friend cauliflower; Cauli and I go way back.
I always thought that thin strings attached to all people. And when the strings got tangled, that’s who you would cross paths with. It turns out, I still stand to this belief today but maybe instead of strings, it would be wifi. Its actually a theory (I thought I was original) Japanese red string theory.
I guess that’s how I met Cauli.
Cauli suggested writing this.
I’m reluctant and feeling very disappointed in myself lately. But I'm a woman of my word.
“I am proud of myself because”
- I can reach the third shelf of my bathroom cabinet
- I’m the only grandchild that bothers to call my dear three chinned grandpa
- I do what I felt like even if I get labelled
- I love hard
- Sharing is caring is the first thing I learnt in kindergarten; I share and care a lot
- Im the first in my family to go to university
- I graduated with honours
- Im dyslexic (but spelling necceicary I mean no thanks English)
- I never got braces and my teeth look fine
- Im working towards reducing inequality because I’ve been given a chance of a better life
- I can fend for myself when a spider enters my home without a formal invite
- My name is a red line but im not a mistake
- I give my all to people when they need me
- I got told I had no rhythm in school so I made sure to master percussion- I taught Jazz
- I can make people smile (even if its at me)
- Im shockingly good at connecting people
- I can now hug others and enjoy it
- I overcame my fear of the smell of oranges
- Im becoming better at communicating with my friends and family
- I voice myself more that I did and
- Im less afraid of the truth
- Im a global citizen nobody can tell me otherwise
- I have a lot of discipline
- I can connect with others deeply
- I feel more comfortable in my skin
- I can sustain prolonged eye contact without feeling too insecure
- I can write this list without wanting to roll my eyes
I didn’t particularly appreciate writing this because I wouldn’t say I like talking about myself, but somehow I love being the centre of attention. Lots to unpack here. I feel so much and do so little its uncanny.
Cauli, I appreciate you and always pushing my limits. You motivate me to make me a better version of myself. I’m on version 3.
Fun fact, I have a doughnut once a year when I have an existential crisis. I just finished munching on this glazed bad boy and looking forward to version 4 of me.