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GROWN WOMAN PROBLEMS




                                        


It's been a long time since my last post. I honestly intended to post a new topic at least twice a month but as the title implies my grown woman problems are keeping a woman occupied (I feel very odd referring to myself as a woman as opposed to girl but I embrace it). From family to new and exciting responsibilities socially and at work. More on that in a later post. That is how yesterday I was sitting in a salon chair, and as the obnoxious hair dresser parted a portion of my hair to stretch , a single strand caught the light it happened to be grey. I was like "wait! what cream have you put in there? why is the hair not absorbing it?". Be that as it may it wasn't the light or high mineral oil cream being codedly added to my hair, it was grey hair. A single strand of grey that set me thinking. Now if you are a regular reader of my blog you will realise first that I happen to use "now" a lot  lol, and you will remember that I am actually looking forward to getting older. I am actually excited at the prospect but grey hair? Ahn ahn wait till I tip over 30.

This single strand of hair got me thinking though what does all this mean, this life constantly chasing things that are making me exhausted and don't even bring happiness or money (depending on where you look from, sometimes money and happiness seem like the same thing). What's the point of it all.  Silly problems that we take on ourselves like 'why didn't she retweet my tweet isn't she supportive?', 'why would she talk to me in that tone of voice?' or the classic;  'l know what you are thinking and I am upset by the thoughts I assume are in your head' or take something small that you think a person did and with the power of your mind form it into a massive avalanche of the things they have done against you or to spite you. When does it end?.

                    
Grown woman problem include all this other more important things like, how to care for my family how to make my money long and make what I have now last. How to take care of myself so I don't die and concern myself with petty negativity. I cannot be concerned with imaginary problems taken on because of me or anyone else's vanity for that matter.  In our bid to get to the top of our game we tend to spend time in some places, some really toxic places especially as women, we make excuses and random explanations for why we refuse to move on and let go of the negativity. On the flip side, sometimes we burn bridges unnecessarily because we think we will never have to cross a river, why we are so sensitive and leave how we feel in the hands of other people? Why we care so much about things that don't matter?. 

The idea of growing up and older is meant to mean that you grow wiser you know how to let go of a friendship that you can no longer nurture or that is no longer nurturing you without making the person a sworn enemy. You know how to tell someone what you are thinking without shattering them in return, you know how to talk to people even when you are angry that still respects them and who they are, not what they did. You know how to sever toxic ties and not return. You know how to love yourself and the people around you and you know how to learn and evolve.
I don't know much that is for sure but what I am know for a fact is that while I may have to resort to some kinds of dye within the next 10myears, I will keep myself open to change and evolution. I will keep myself happy so that I can make the people around me happy and I will be a grown woman who can handle her grown ass problems.

                        



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