Picnic day out…

​Today was fun…


My church organized a small, simple picnic. I almost didn’t attend, but I’m glad I did because I would have missed out on so much fun. I think I played so much that while writing this, I kept drifting off to sleep, yet still feeling like I was writing.


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One of my favorite sessions at today’s picnic was the reflection session, where we were asked to look back on the year and identify what actually worked out. When you look at everything at once, it’s easy to miss the best parts, the thrills, the laughter, the moments, the dreams achieved, and the chaos survived.


When I really looked at it, 2025 didn’t suck that much. Yes, I cried more, fought more, and had a lot more on my plate. But mehn, I bounced back from things that would normally keep me down, and I did it faster than usual. I laughed more, lived more, and honestly gave full expression to becoming, expressing, and simply being.


This year, I tried new things. Yes, my heart got broken by a couple of situations, and disappointment hung around things that were way out of my control. But nah, I hopped on challenges like suvwe, and I’m glad I did.


Dearest reader, maybe if you tint your view a little, you’ll appreciate how well this year actually went. The beauty isn’t always in perfect moments, but in the perfectly imperfect ones.


If this year were a book, it would be the kind I’d absolutely love reading. Not twice though, but slowly, between the lines, savoring every part of it.


#Reflect


@favvy_Okwans 🖤

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