Mindful Miles

If you think I’m disciplined now, you should have seen me years ago. I didn’t just have discipline; I had audacity.

I was laughing out loud today remembering a certain version of Olu. Specifically, the day I refused to eat at my own party. I was the guest of honor. The party was for me. The jollof was steaming and the cake was calling my name, but I sat there with my arms crossed, staging a one-woman boycott of my own joy.

Warning!!! This is no fable. This is a true story of a girl who was so committed to her drama that she wouldn’t even take a bite of her own celebration. 💅🏾😂

The reason for this grand protest? My crush didn’t turn up. 🤣💔 Since he wasn’t there to see me, I decided nobody—including my stomach—was going to enjoy that day!

I was thinking about that today as I unboxed my new, gorgeous retro pink mixer. As I got it ready to bake, I had one very specific prayer for my kids:

“Lord, please let them take after me in every way—my strength, my faith, my walk—EXCEPT THIS ONE.” If I spend my Sunday whisking up a masterpiece with this pink beauty and they decide to stage a “crush-related protest” at the table, we are going to have a serious talk! 🍰🎀

Looking back, I realize life is far too delicious to be that serious. I’ve traded the “striking” for “savoring.” Today, I’m not waiting for anyone to show up to give me permission to be happy. I’m eating the cake, I’m celebrating the miles, and I’m letting the joy be LOUD.

Whatever “strike” you’re holding onto today… let it go. The party is much more fun when you actually join in! 🥂✨💃🏾