Happy birthday, Rukayat Oyindamola Adeoti.
Before writing this, I went back to read my 19th birthday post, and there’s such a difference between who I was then and who I am now. I was really excited for my 20th year (19-20) and I’ll say 2018 in general, but I was dealt with so many blows. I cried most of the year, I was hurt and in pain, and I lost so much.
It can definitely get worse this year, but here’s hoping it doesn’t. I’m finally 20, and no more “teen” in my age ever again. Like till I die LOL.
19 was bad but it wasn’t all that bad. I got a job, finished uni, and started a business at 19.
I have a lot of resolutions for my own new age, and lots of things I want to achieve before I’m 21. I definitely want to read more. Last year, I read only 3 books – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah, Purple Hibiscus, and We Should All Be Feminists (the last 2, I’ve read them in previous years so do they really count as full reads?). I bought loads of books, though, even had my hardcopy of The Fault in Our Stars shipped in from China, along with Sophie Kinsella (a fave!)’s Twenties Girl. I want to read at least 20 books this year.
I also definitely want to write more. I have so many ideas and thoughts flying round my head and I need to squash the spirit of laziness that’s always hindering my creativity.
I also want my 21st year to be all about love. Pure, undiluted, and deliberate love. I want to be more intentional about loving, supporting, and cheering my friends and family. I already know I’m an amazing friend to few of my friends, but I want to work on being there more for all of them because they’re really wonderful people and I’m the most blessed person in this life to have them as my friends.
I’m so glad to be 20, and I’ve been looking forward to this birthday since August. I can’t wait to see what I make of my 21st year.
Oyinda Loves Books 