25: What a Concept!

Well, well, well… look who just turned 25.

I feel like there should be a soundtrack playing right now. Something dramatic yet sparkly, maybe with a few confetti cannons. Because honestly? Getting here was no small feat. This year alone, I almost died (not to be dramatic… but also yes, to be dramatic). It was a year that scared, shaped, stretched, and somehow still managed to be one of my most beautiful years yet.

I met good people—the kind of people who feel like a warm cup of tea on a rainy day—comforting, grounding, and exactly what you need. I learned how to show up more for the people I love, and spoiler alert: life is infinitely better when you make a conscious effort to love people loudly.

Oh, and I moved to a different city in true “plot twist” fashion. Again. (Because apparently, my new annual tradition is packing my entire life into boxes and starting over.) Bold? Maybe. Stressful? Definitely. Worth it? Absolutely. Because somewhere in the middle of all the uncertainty, I realized I’m living in my dream. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. And I’m here for it. 

Andy Bernard’s line in The Office always lives rent-free in my head: “I wish there were a way to know you’re living in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.” Well, Andy, I think I finally cracked the code. I know these are the good old days.

This year was full of milestones not just for me but for my people, too. My sister got married, and my best friend got married. (No, I did not get married; calm down.) I witnessed pure joy up close—the joy that makes you believe in love, timing, and the magic of well-seasoned jollof at wedding receptions.

I am endlessly grateful for my family, friends, colleagues (seriously, the best people ever), and everyone who has brought me immense joy this year. You’re the soundtrack, the color, the laughter, and sometimes even why I remember eating breakfast.

So here I am. 25. I might not be exactly where I thought I’d be by now, but I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. God has been faithful. He’s done so much, and I can feel He’s still just getting started.

Twenty-five, what a concept.

P.S; I very much accept gifts and earthly possesions. After all, I am still a teenage adult in Nigeria. 

Love,

Yard Girl💜

Listened to Moses Bliss. Sunmisola Agbebi's I Love You Lord while writing this.