My 2025 Wrapped. - by Letters From Delight

Seated in my solitude, reminiscing on all that the year has held for me.These fragments of myself— flawed, rigid, vulnerable, grateful, hurt, regretful.My race, my journey, my comfort, my solitude, my smiles. All these collections of me sitting pretty in this calendar called 2025.Yet, they are only the tip of an iceberg of all the year took from me. There were days when weariness overwhelmed me; days longer than my days of existence —stretching into my longest seconds, minutes, and hours.You know, the days ran swiftly, but not as fast as I did.I saw myself running miles ahead of time.I saw myself dismantle those tough phases down like a warrior. PASSIONI clung onto passion like my last name, because passion carried me this far.And on the days it seemed like it all crumbled, I was gently reminded of the times it didn’t. The thing about passion is that it makes you a drunkard for whatever you are pursuing.You’ve seen passion, but you’ve never seen a one as defiant as mine.I carried it like my daily food. I fed on the main dish, the crumbs, the grains, and when there was nothing left on the steel plate, I melted the steel and drank the liquid. Passion made me obtain everything I wanted and dared to have this year.I crossed fractured bridges.I passed the difficult exams.I returned to writing again.I restored my love life.And most importantly, I realigned myself on track with God. REGRETI hate the days I didn’t know better — the days I texted back after promising “no contact.”I hate the days I didn’t do enough to get what I wanted.The instances I let procrastination rub me of joy and chance. I hate the days I didn’t change that attitude — the one I thought I was refining, only to find out it was still intact.The times I tried and it failed; not solely because of failure itself, but because I followed due process.But maybe, just maybe, the process didn’t recognize me.I guess I wasn’t pretty enough for the recognition. Those times when you sit down and realize it was all your fault after all.I authorized the disrespect, the pain, the disadvantage, the chaos.So now I must accept responsibility, knowing it’s something we often resist, yet must embrace. The moments I failed to show up for that one person I truly held so dear.Then I sit in the middle, wondering why?I thought they were foremost in my mind. I thought I loved them. The times I chose them over me.The moments I let my emotions lead, where wisdom should have guided.Many REGRETS — but I’d rather Rest. LOVE LIFEI didn’t fall in love.Maybe I had crushes, or maybe infatuations— that one fine dude who was soft-spoken, composed, tall, undeniable attractive figure.And just at one glance, I curated a future for us. I removed my father’s name to put his, solely to ignite emotion and nourish my imagination.I imagined myself wrapped in his warm embrace, in his arms, his eyes fixed on mine, while his fingers traced my hair.He’s speaking to me in one of those deep voices, reminding me of the first trait that attracted me to him. And just when I realized I was daydreaming, I found my foolish self laughing out loud on the bed.Fortunately I was alone. I had TALKING STAGES.I wasn’t performing. I wasn’t on a stage. Yet, they kept coming.One day my life is peaceful, and the next, there’s this guy in my DM rehearsing the same lies he's told Folake and Reyna the week before.I was obviously contend in my solitude before all of these. One way or the other, I found a way — or something came up — and each ship inevitably sank.But it seemed arranged; the moment one left, another appeared.They were really suffocating me emotionally.Like, please… can I breathe?! They all came with different personalities that left me with experience.I wouldn’t tag them as regrets; they were just experiences needed for my life’s journey. I had the GENUINE LOVERS.These ones came and left something I still hold onto.I didn’t consent to their proposals, not out of disregard, but because I simply wasn’t ready for a relationship.I wish them the best, because they deserve nothing less than the best. No dates. No flowers.No gifts.Just words of affirmation.Although I didn't chop any breakfast, so God is good anyways! WINSYou can call me a winner and I’d answer.I won 2025. I’m not sorry — this year stands as my finest year.I passed an examination I had previously attempted but kept failing.I still have a full family — the one that almost slipped away from my hands in a fatal motor accident. I finally chose me.I started writing.I was nominated for end-of-year awards in nine distinct categories.I lived in my answered prayers. I finally got the love I deserved from friends and family.God picked me up, but this time He asked that I surrender all — and I complied.My relationship with God got better. I became financially stabled to an extent.I healed from that one situationship that nearly eroded my sense of worth, that made me lose myself.I applied for a content writing role, and got an acceptance email long after I had forgotten I applied. I finally did one thing I once found cringe worthy, and fought social anxiety away.I can’t say it all, but…A lot of WISHES finally became WINS.I WON 2025!! SELF DEVELOPMENTI immersed myself in countless inspirational resources, particularly YouTube content centered on personal growth and the refinement of my writing craft.Working on my reflex action stands out as one of the most rewarding decision I made, because I truly, I am this calm?. I stepped into opportunities I was entirely not qualified for, yet, somehow this babe kept doing her thing. Not the entirety of my wrap, but I’m here — still evolving, still growing, still changing and becoming a better version of myself. If this wasn’t your best year, I extend my empathy.Not all jollof rice tastes the same. Yet, amid it all, we keep hoping, striving, and believing that one day, the life we dream of will be lived. WRAPPED BUT NOT WRAPPED! 🌸

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