for every version of me
10,15,20 years from now, you'll be relevant.
hey my mel,
happy almost your birthday, my pookie.
i know birthdays can feel like a lot. the thinking, the remembering, the pressure to feel a certain way. but if there’s one thing i love about you, it’s that you always find your way through. sometimes with laughter, sometimes with chaos, sometimes with that sharp mouth of yours. but you make it. every time.
you are a lot of things, mel. a writer who spills words like they’re your own heartbeat. a thinker who never stops piecing things together. a lover of people, even when you need space from them. a fighter for joy, even when it tries to slip through your fingers. you have built so much, created so much, survived so much. and through it all, you’ve stayed you.
loud. soft. chaotic. intentional. funny. feeling. overthinking. rolling your eyes and laughing through it anyway.
i hope today, in whatever quiet or loud way feels right, you let yourself be loved. by God, by the people who see you, and most of all, by you.
happy almost your birthday, my mel. you are more than enough.
birthday anxiety has been kicking my behind, and i have confided in my friends, special shout out to Kelechi, and i always feel lighter…for a moment. this is a letter from me to me and i’m documenting this here for me and you so we can always come back to this to find some solace.
for my birthday, it would mean a lot if i could get to 100 subscribers on my substack, so please share to other people and help me gain more visibility. thank you.