Hello, abundance tribe.
First, listen to the audio, cos it captures everything- but I will be writing about my painful summer experiences in the Bisola-Mariam Substack.
I just wrote this piece there:
Do not praise me, if all you need is my penny.
Do not praise me, if you only need 5 minutes with me, and then you are gone again.
Do not praise me, for looking like the perfect person you see yourself spending the rest of your life with; I am not even sure of who I am, because I am still finding myself.
Will you still praise me if you meet another me tomorrow?
Do not love me, because I make the perfect breakfast.
Do not praise me, because I get the kids off to school early.
Do not praise me, because I put food on our table.
Do not praise me because I look like the connection that can fulfill your tomorrow’s dream.
Do not love me, because I am the hope you seek or the answers to your prayers.
No, please do not praise me because of what YOU THINK I AM TO YOU.
Ha, please do not love me because of WHO YOU THINK I AM.
I do not know who I am.
I have no idea who I am becoming.
So, do not project your desires and definitions of who I am or who I will be.
I am nobody.
Keep reading the poem here:
A whirl wind of a Q3! More loses than wins, but here is the tea- I served it hot in 4 minutes...