You know that feeling when you have so much to say but you can't really say anything?
Like, nothing. I've typed about six times now but then I delete and type and delete. Because there's just so much that it becomes nearly impossible to articulate and coordinate.
I'm such a huge optimist. I've never felt so alone in my entire life. Never, actually. But optimism keeps me going. Optimism or delusion, these days I tend to question which it is.
Tomorrow the hustle continues. The grind. The pursuit. It's so freaking lonely running this race. There's so much on my plate, such a huge mandate and damn, I've never been so alone. It's tiring.
It's like, can someone please love me enough, care about me enough to help me take some of the load off?
I guess not.
Everyone has got their own race to run.
I'm going to bed.
Tomorrow I continue.
Someday I'll testify.
But first, goodnight.
Oh btw please no words of encouragement needed, thanks but no thanks. I have enough hope and positivity to last the next 5 years. LOL. If you want to leave a comment however, let's talk about food. Seriously. Today I cooked for the first time in months. Sasha boné asked me if I have a new boyfriend. My brother asked me whom I'm cooking for and why. My mum asked me whom I'm cooking for and why and what I'm expecting in return. My sister said "Ope o!". My nephew said "Aunty Nwando why are you cooking?". I'm shaking my head vigorously at everyone 😒. In any case, I made garden egg sauce with tilapia and dry fish, egusi soup and Jollof rice. I had garden egg sauce and boiled plantain for dinner.
What did you have for dinner? The more details the better.