one of the best things i’ve learned is how to enjoy my own company.
when oprah said, “i am never by myself. i am with myself. i am the best company i can ever keep,” i completely understood what she meant.
take yourself on a solo date. it’s one of the best gifts you can give yourself.
I find that many women have internalised the idea that it’s a man’s job to ‘lead’ or steer a relationship, so they just wait and wait for him to define it because whenever he chooses to is the right time. They want more but are afraid to ask a simple question or start an honest conversation because they’re hoping he’ll eventually do it.
But you’re an equal participant. Clarity is something you should actively seek, not something you sit and wait on. You have every right to state what you want, ask where things are headed, and leave if the answer isn’t what you’re looking for.
Why even hand someone else that much power over your life? Stop treating yourself like a passenger in your own story. You have agency. Use it.
A society where you cannot be successful, and everyone is at peace with it without you hiding your successes, is not a good society. That is largely the Nigerian society. You remain a target for trying to live an above-average life. It is not life; you don't owe extortionists.
My wife found a spreadsheet on my laptop titled "Her Moods" and I have never needed to explain something faster in my life.
She was standing there holding the laptop when I walked into the kitchen.
That specific kind of standing.
Spine straight. Not blinking enough.
Her: What is this.
Not a question.
A verdict.
Me: It's not what it looks like.
Her: It looks like a color-coded database of my emotions.
Me: It's a planning tool.
Her: There's a column called "Optimal Ask Window."
Me: That's for timing conversations...
Her: About what?
Me: Important ones.
Her: Like what?
Me: Like getting a dog.
She looked at the screen again.
Then back at me.
Her: You've been tracking my moods. To ask about a dog.
Me: For fourteen months.
She set the laptop down very slowly.
Here's the thing.
I'd been trying to get a dog for three years. Every time I brought it up, the timing was wrong. She was stressed, or tired, or something at work had happened, or her sister had called.
So last year I started noticing patterns.
Good days. Hard days. What created which.
And I built a spreadsheet.
Color coded.
With notes like "post bath excellent" and "Monday mornings: avoid" and one entry that just said "never during a parking situation."
There was a trend line.
I had done a trend line.
She scrolled.
Her: You've been waiting for what you've labeled a "Green Plus" day.
Me: Those are statistically the best.
Her: How many have there been?
Me: Seven. But six had complicating variables.
Her: Such as?
Me: Three involved your mother calling within the same hour. Two followed budget conversations. One was a Red Sox loss.
Her: I don't care about baseball.
Me: You do when I'm in a good mood because it affects the household tone.
She stared at me.
A long stare.
Then she said:
Her: Do you have notes on yourself?
I scrolled to tab two.
She hadn't seen tab two.
Me: This is my own pattern. Cross-referenced.
She read it.
Him: "Do not initiate dog conversation after grilling. Overconfident."
Her: You tracked yourself?
Me: For accuracy.
Her: This is the most insane thing you've ever done.
Me: I also have tab three.
Her: What's tab three?
Me: Dog breeds ranked by compatibility with your personality type.
She closed the laptop.
Sat down at the table.
Was quiet for almost a full minute.
Then she said:
Her: What breed?
And that is how we got a dog.
His name is Maple.
She picked it.
I have since retired the spreadsheet.
But I did not delete it.
Because Maple is a puppy and we may need to discuss a second one eventually.
The optimal ask window is currently under analysis.
The older I get, the more I see why it’s important to only keep people around who have the same morals, manners, and sense of consideration as you. It’s not being picky, it’s protecting your peace. When you reach a certain stage in life, chaos and disrespect just aren’t entertaining anymore. You start craving calm, mutual respect, and people who move with the same kind of heart as you do.
i’ve never understood why people wear emotional detachment like it’s a badge of honor. if i genuinely love someone, i’m going to express it. i’ll double text, i’ll celebrate you, i’ll make time for you, and i’ll never pretend to care less just to look “cool.” love was never meant to be performed with pride.
if it doesn’t work out, i’ll grieve like every normal human being. i’ll cry if i need to, learn whatever lesson life is trying to teach me, and eventually move on. heartbreak is painful, but i don’t think it’s a good enough reason to become emotionally unavailable.
when i meet someone else who aligns with my values and earns my heart, i’m going to love them with that same sincerity. i refuse to let someone from my past determine how much love someone in my future gets from me.
I think we subconsciously undervalue platonic love because society puts so much emphasis on finding romantic love. But honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without the unwavering love, support, and care my friends have given me. They’ve carried me through more than any relationship ever could.
And when love visits, because it will: May it be the kind that brings peace instead of confusion. The kind that doesn’t leave you wondering where you stand after every conversation. The kind that remembers the little things, and makes you feel considered even in ordinary moments. Love feels different when you don’t have to constantly search for proof that it exists.