To my 23 Year Old Self, Good Job.

You’re turning twenty four in a weeks time. God. 23 is a tough year for you, isn’t it? I know. I have seen and heard and felt your pains. Never ending rainstorms Kez? But it is no new to you, right? You’ve been there a couple of times, and so far, by grace, you made it. Your survival skills are something to be boast of Kez, your 23 year old self is a warrior.

You were so soft despite pains.

You were so hopeful despite nothingness.

You were so faithful despite the storms.

My Kezia, you were so brave and beautiful and gentle.

You were simply awesome. I don’t know if somebody would survive what you’ve been through this year of your life.

Keep going.

Keep going despite the quagmires and rough roads and detours.

You’ll get where you wanted to be. I swear.

I am proud of the woman you have become.

And Kez? God is so good with you all the time. Remember that when the going gets rough. I love you.