To My Baby Steps

For the whole month of February, I will be posting a letter of gratitude to the people who have contributed immensely to the woman I am today. Some letters I’m thinking of sending to those I’ve written about and some I hope are never read. This will be the first time I post daily. So I am really keen on seeing how it will turn out, both for me and for those who follow this blog. I look forward to your thoughts and feedback in the comments section below. The theme for all the letters is that ‘We Are Stories’ and I will be telling mine in #29LettersOfGratitude for a whole month. If you would like to join me (PLEASE DO!!!) remember to link me in your posts.

Those who follow the blog will know that I’ve resigned from my job to pursue a writing career full time. I’ve been home for the past two weeks now, doing only what I love the most. I cannot even begin to express how fulfilling it is to be focusing my energies fully on my writing. It is the most freeing and satisfying way to live my best life. I’m attempting to rewrite this part of my story; rebuilding all the chirped bits I’ve been resenting for the past year.

So on the 22 October 2015 I pressed ‘publish’ and my first blog post went live. I had no expectations, and honestly I had absolutely no writing goals. All I had were my words and their yearning to be shared. And just 3 months later, I have connected with the greatest writing community on Twitter. I am truly nothing without these new friendships and their loyal support. For you all, I am most grateful ❤

Just before my last day at my old job, I realized my hopes were centered on all the opportunities I’d been offered. They are lucrative and will all be worth my while in the long run. But I realized I’d been making a mistake of putting all my faith on my capabilities, ensuring a feeble start that would certainly weaken even my greatest ambitions. There I was approaching the end of one chapter with my Father insisting we start the next, together.

‘Put all your trust in Me’

I heard Him reminding me that even with my creative aspirations, all I need is Him as the Master Builder from the foundation up. This guaranteed that I never get to labour in vain in my new journey. I loved remembering again that my life isn’t mine; these words and the little steps all belonging to the One who knitted them together in me, long before I was even formed in my mother’s womb. I appreciated the discipline.

My new life consists of practically jumping out of bed to start my days, spilling words onto the keyboard. I’m aware these little steps are taking me somewhere but somehow these miniature moments are my most treasured.

So I stand today with an invincible champagne bottle in one hand and an empty glass in the other with a cheerful heart. It isn’t where I am going that I celebrate but it is every minute of my beautiful blessed life, a faithful Father and my awesome self for creating the most beautiful baby ❤

I am grateful ❤

Cover Photo By: Lutendo Malatji

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What baby steps have you taken in the past year? How else would you like for your life to change? What are your fears with living your best life?