Just found out today that my great great grandmother, who babysat me, literally was born without a birth certificate and had to acquire one after some time. Because formal birth certificates were created after her birth or at least the standardization was after her birth. I’ve been gagged all day about it.
It feels weird to brag sometimes, but lowkey… I don’t think I brag enough.
I’m really a gift.
My spirit. My energy.
My ability to walk through the darkest moments and still come out glowing.
I’m really HER.
And I genuinely don’t care who fails to see it.
I’m so blessed + filled with gratitude. My life is unfolding exactly the way I once envisioned for myself. And knowing that God still has even more in store for me feels overwhelming… in the most beautiful way possible.