The ultimate experience is feeling alive and at home within yourself, and it takes a lot to accomplish this sense of certainty and confidence in who you are, in acknowledging your presence and the contribution it makes to this universe.
This summer I felt alive.
I felt a rush every time I knew I was dashing into the heart of the city of London, a vibe that matched perfectly with mine, to meet up with people I love. I was completely and utterly surrounded by people I love, and in love.
In love with many more things than I can count; in love with my ability to adore and put myself first, in love with the conversations had over white wine in the bossom of London’s best restaurants, in love with someone I had known for only two days, in love with my ability to be vulnerable and open.
I was completely and utterly surrounded with love.
I often pray that by some stroke of luck, I will end up feeling a tenth of the pure joy I experience during breaks in my ultimate destination in life ( and on the journey). There was never a moment I didn’t have a sense of the underlying presence of my joy, even in moments of sadness.
I was running from studio to studio on completely opposite ends of London, taking risks, filming and shooting with some of the kindest, most pure, and sensational minds.
If I could do one thing more now, it would be to travel. Because traveling opens my mind to parts of me I never knew existed.
If I had one thing to say to myself at the beginning of summer, it would be: keep falling. Keep falling in love with people even when there are parts of them not ready to be loved. Keep falling and pushing into your dreams. Keep falling, everyday, deeper and deeper in love with yourself. Because at the end of the day, all you have is you. And who you’ve built yourself up to be.
When you love, the only result is more love. No matter the outcome, love only grows and grows.
A special message to women, who find themselves in the long, forgiving arms of summer. Who find their smiles at the bottom of wine glasses in Soho, and their laughter in deep red couches somewhere in North London: you are everything. There is not one adjective I can use to summarize the beauty and the substance that you add to this world.
You are already everything that you wish to be. You are enough. You are powerful.
To all the hearts who were kind enough to open themselves to me this summer: thank you. Thank you for letting me take part in what I truly believe is God’s gift to this world.
The beauty of people in community is unparalleled.
To the stranger who was bold enough to ask me if I was open to speaking in tongues and praying in the spirit: thank you for your boldness and for your love of Christ. For teaching me I have to lay myself low, and let my guard down. And thank you for being ever so courteous when I rejected your offer.
To all my Uber drivers: Thank you so much for putting up with me. For letting me find myself in your back seats. For letting me hold, and be wrapped in the arms of my lover. For all the destinations we arrived at that will help further my ultimate destination.
To my family and all the people that became family: I love you more than my words will ever allow me say . Thank you for all the midnight FaceTime calls, for holding my head up, for bringing joy to me just by knowing you were present in the room with me. For waiting up to ask me about my day and ensuring I get home safely. And ofcourse, for watching Love Island with me.
I cherish you more than I can ever express.
Photos by Parker Tatro – @parkertatrophoto
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Love and kisses,