WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE.



I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but over time I now understand what Huwa meant when she said, “I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, I wrap it in brown paper.” Because mehn, life no really send you and your squeezed face.

It doesn’t get easier. And if you want to be mad about things not working the way you want them to, oga, you’ll never really be happy. It’s not because the universe is against you. It’s because life happens. Like they say, every day is not Christmas. In fact, the higher you climb, the less Christmas you get. And that’s fine.

You just adjust. You move on.

There’s this quote I see online a lot that says the best gift you can have is the ability to quickly move on. You had a bad day? Get over it. Something isn’t working? Try another way. Because if you dwell too much on what’s not working, you’ll miss out on what is.

I also read somewhere that we have the ability to reset our brain. That is, our brain has reset buttons. For instance, if you suddenly feel sad, sit up straight, look up, and smile for like 20 seconds. Your brain follows your facial signals.

Dearest reader, the point is this: learn to reset quickly. Nobody really sends you and your problem, so don’t wear it on your sleeve. You’ll just stay sad. Being sad about life doesn’t make life any kinder to you, so choose to be okay even when things go south and learn to recover quickly.


You’ve got this.



@favvy_Okwans🖤.

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