Sometimes in between life and adulting, you experience a burst of gratitude. Grateful for where you are, grateful for the things you’ve overcome, grateful for the hope of a better tomorrow. God handpicks the details of our lives because what a life man.
I think ambitious people should treat life in “seasons” rather than trying to balance everything every day.
A few years massively overallocated to work. A period getting seriously fit. A year or two nomading. Then family takes priority for a while. Then maybe at 35 you go completely insane again and spend four years building a new company, and so on.
The mistake is thinking every metric needs to stay green all the time. Most great outcomes (building a company, writing sth serious, training for an event) need uninterrupted runs, not daily moderation. Sometimes work should suffer cause you’re travelling, sometimes your social life should suffer cause you’re building, sometimes career progression should slow cause family matters more. That’s fine.
And tbh it probably makes life more fun too. You get actual chapters and completely different versions of yourself instead of spending 40 years maintaining the same perfectly optimised routine. A few intense years in one city, a weird nomad phase, an obsession that takes over your life, then something completely different. Probably much more memorable than one very long well-optimised Tuesday.
It's why I encourage everyone to think of balance in years, not days. A good life can look horribly unbalanced on some random Tuesday and still be very balanced over 10 years.
Not to be that person, but our literary/visual understanding of romantic expressions as Africans are very much defined by white standards. Yes, even in love, we are colonised.
Otherwise what concerns an African woman with hair tucking? Her Afro (or braids) don’t move that way 😭