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It’s the Little Things

November is the prelude to the year end, so why not count the things to be grateful for...



These days my sister will always be blasting Janet Manyowa’s ‘Grateful’ album. It’s remarkable how timely the album is despite our current challenges in the country. While Americans begin the festive season with ‘Thanksgiving’, I decided to also partake in my own small way. The past few weeks have been tumultuous to say the least. But this thanksgiving I decided to appreciate the least yet best of what I have.

A friend of mine shared that ‘a lot can happen in a year’. Initially I didn’t believe him because for a long time I circled around the same place the Israelites in the desert for 40 years. But this year, my fortune changed in all aspects of my life. I was challenged to level up, step out and even grow. 

A lot has happened in one year to the extent I have forgotten some things. What I have come to appreciate are the people who have been part of my journey. Gosh, tears flow down my cheeks as I look back on the year. I have found peace and an appreciation of people who are the beautiful fibres in my fabric.

As I unlearn baggage, I have gained friendship, growth and love. Many of us don’t appreciate how blessed we are because we look at our deficiencies and inadequacies. At times some of these insecurities are all in our head. They are a projection of what we haven’t dealt with. When we project, we fail to appreciate. In my journey, I’m grateful that I had people to teach me not to project.

My mentor has been someone I hold dearly because he loved me to healing. As I shared in the ‘Love By the 10th Date’ post, love doesn’t have to be romantic. Love just needs to be and feel as something that lets you burst out of your shell. The lessons I learnt have healed me and continuously teach me to be a better woman and human being. While I could write a whole list of people and events that I’m grateful for, it would take a whole memoir.

I wanted to share a post about gratitude in this season because I have seen the hand of God. I have seen what allowing positive energy around you can do for you. My positive energy is my brother whom I had the privilege to work with. That territory doesn’t come without challenges but the man inspires me in the ways that he will never know. He placed a ‘swear jar’ for negative energy. If ever I told myself that I wasn’t enough he’s always shown me that I could be more. Love never felt or looked so good. I have received his positive energy and it’s setting me up for greater things.

My younger sister is my champion and hero. She took me out from poverty and depression. We might not always vibe on the same wavelength but she pushes me, to aspire.

From my career to friendships to even a relationship I am grateful that I am a continuous map. Life doesn’t always happen in the way that we want, but it gives us life lessons to be who we ought to be.

We might not have a dinner with turkey and sweet potato pie, but we should thank God that we are alive. Often we take life and people for granted but when we look deeper, we see that life is short. The notion is not to depress us but to take each day as it comes. I want to share the message of appreciating even the little things. 

We might not be where we want to be, but give thanks...

Someone else out there has no hope, has lost someone they love or have broken dreams...

You and I are young, with a vision of better days, we have faith...

Let’s not take for granted those who push us to be so much more that we see in the here and now...

It’s time to give thanks...be grateful...because if tomorrow never comes..

Don’t regret never saying ‘Thank you’ or ‘I love you’.

P.S. : Always write your own love story.

Lady E

Ciao!
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