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PERFECTION OR FULFILLMENT?



Hey,

Long time no see. I hope you have been keeping well and living on your own terms.

I felt like I wanted a space to express my thoughts... and here we are. So...


There is nothing I have missed more than writing. I am in no way claiming to be top tier but the feeling that comes with it is totally unmatched.

You get to express yourself in a way that has a mystery of sorts. With YouTube, my face is plastered on the screen and you wanna come off like you have some semblance of sense or if I dare say so myself, come off politically correct.

My friend used to tell me she loves wearing sunglasses because it gives her a sense of anonymity. 


Like if she met someone she didn't want to talk to she would swerve the hell out of them because she was sure they didn't notice it was her.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. I used to laugh at her so bad but in hindsight, the blog clearly was that invisibility cloak for me.

Here I have a canvas to express myself in whatever way I want; be comfortably vulnerable and bare my soul. Again, I'd missed that.

Been going through my articles and they felt like someone else. It's like I'm reading about a stranger's stories and perspectives. They are intriguing and I'm here feeling like I would most definitely fuck with this writer, pardon my french, but it just doesn't feel like me. 

Writing brought out a side of me I never thought existed. I was those kids who used to struggle with compositions a lot, my creativity was wanting. I'd recycle stories to death.... bora marks zijipe. Talk about half-assing my way through school man. Irriz what irriz!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ No shame.  

My cousin keeps telling me that you can't shame the shameless (Hey Maggie)... I find that incredibly funny. It became my personal catchphraseπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. I digress.


But here I am saying I miss something I would have never volunteered to do in my spare time. What are the odds?

Sometimes I think this is what life was really meant to be about. Stumbling on to things we never thought we'd like, but we do. Being pretty good at the most unexpected things. Sometimes living vicariously through other people and being okay with that. Pretty much going with the motions.

I saw this quote yesterday and it spoke to me:

"A jack of all trades is a master of none but often times better than a master of one"

I know we all know the first part of the quote, but this is the full statement of the saying. Meaning that a generalist in many subjects is often preferred to a specialist in just one.  

As humans, we chase perfection and we always want to be the best at everything we lay our hands-on. I mean, who doesn't wanna be successful at what they do? NOBODY!

But the question that begs is, how many things did you fear trying out or stopped doing something just because you weren't the best at it? Ulikuwa ukijiambia, hakuna haja nitry considering sijaiva vile inafaa..Mara ngapi? I can't even count, I've done it so many times. But I swear that itch is always at the back of your head waiting... yearning... begging to be scratched.

I was pretty intentional at the beginning when I said I know I'm not a top tier writer... but I'm not going to let that stop me. My need for this kind of expression and fulfillment is much greater than my need for perfection.

So my love, are you chasing Perfection or Fulfillment?

Let the comment section be your canvas tooπŸ’“

Spread love and light,

Yours, NjeriπŸ’‹

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