This morning, I woke up with a couple of questions in my head:*Do you genuinely like who you are as a person?*Do you genuinely like who you are as a person?*Imagine you're someone else, and you meet YOU, would you like you? Would you want to be friends, business partners, or lovers with yourself?*Imagine you're someone else, and you meet YOU, would you like you? Would you want to be friends, business partners, or lovers with yourself?

I've always thought I'd be a great lover. Not because I'm a hopeless romantic, or because of how feminine and nurturing I can be, but because the concept of love has always meant something deeper to me, something beyond the superficial “I love you's,” or the need to be in a relationship to feel whole.

I didn’t do anything for Mother’s Day. Not because I forgot my mother. But because… I genuinely didn’t know the day had come and gone. The Mother's Day I kept in mind was May 30th, so imagine my surprise. I’m not proud of that though, but I won’t beat myself up either. There's another Mother’s Day coming up on the 30th of May, and I plan to do something special then. Maybe a small gift, maybe a sweet status post with a caption that says the things I don’t always say out loud. Mother's Day or not, my mum is a beautiful woman who deserves to be celebrated every day.

Src.Ever since I started using phones, I don’t think there’s ever been a time I believed those "forward this message to 10 people to secure your blessing or lose someone you love" types of WhatsApp messages.You know the ones. They usually end in some dramatic line like, “Don't break the chain, or else…” Yeah, no thanks.

Yet again, we've got ourselves another awesome prompt to write about,This got me thinking, there has to be some fun movies that have outstanding mothers that we could make a contest about them.Yes indeed, there are so many movies that feature the excellence that motherhood presents. However, there's one in particular that's always stuck with me.

Hello friends! A beautiful morning to you all. I hope your day has started on a soft note. Mine started with a mini fan blowing directly into my face 😅 and honestly, that’s not surprising. It’s what you get when you move from a usually cold location to one that’s basically best friends with the heat of the land. But it’s alright. One of the wonders of the human body is that, once again, it’ll adjust. So yeah, I guess we can say my morning is starting on a soft-ish note.