I brought in my birthday at an airport.
The first song I listened to was “Who Gon Stop Me” followed by “Illest MotherF***er Alive”, “4:44”, and “Unbelievable” by Biggie.
I listened to “Unbelievable” 12 times before starting the album from the beginning, 12 times before boarding the plane, 12 times before meeting Rahul.
Rahul and I talked about both wanting to leave DC, marketing, engineering…. yall’s president, how the U.S. is hustling backwards in so many ways : socially, economically, politically…
We talked about the Mid West where we’re both from.
We talked about his wife and new baby… traveling, the food in London, and generational divides.
We talked about life, change, and ambition… we talked until I fell asleep…
Lately I’ve been a bit of a magnet for random conversation. I don’t know what I’m exuding these days. Positivity maybe, warmth, compassion… but I feel like right before the clock struck 12, right before I officially transitioned into the 28th year, I had this overwhelming feeling that I was finally starting to come into myself.
That the walls I had built, in so many ways they’ve already been tumbling down. That it was time to really go after what I want without fear of rejection or opinion, that it was time to be open to meeting new people, it was time to be as creative as I want to be and know I am, time to lift and climb, time to be clear about what I want and will tolerate… it was just time to be the person that I’ve been telling myself I want to be.
I listened to “Unbelievable” 5 more times…
“I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
to simmer sauté’
I’m the winner all day”
I looked at the clock at 7am, the time I was born. I thanked God for life, prayed 28 is even better and filled with even more love and lessons than 27.
This year I just want to win.