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Is it too late to say happy new year😥?!

I mean, a quarter in the year 2021 is almost over, so I will let this mushy feeling slide, and let’s say I will pretend like I have been writing and written to you all these while. 

 

Happy?

Yes. 

 

So, what have you been up to? 

As for me, after the whole #EndSARS movement, I just literally had this block. In fact, I wrote a couple of things in my notebook but just couldn’t bring myself to sharing here. 

I was beyond devastated, as many people – Nigerians were. 

 

Anyways, before and since then, I was also doing a lot of thinking, studying, and preparing for a professional examination, which I wrote and passed in December, last year – yay!!

Then, I have just been having ideas on a lot of things I would have loved to share with you but you know what they say about procrastination. Yea….got the best of this relationship!

 

I’m sorry. 

Now, I hope to be more consistent – I know I have said that a million times. 

Oh, I am currently reading a book titled, ‘The Blessed Girl’ by Angela Makholwa, hilarious and interesting. I’m not done yet, so, I hope to do a review, maybe. 

Apart from that, every other thing is pretty much in a work-in-progress mode💪 , and fingers crossed.  

 

Today, I just felt like breaking this procrastination thingy and just write – anything. 

I sensed, someone was going to ask about my love life – ahahaha! Let’s not go there. 

For now, I hope to get back to you soonest – in the meantime, I have been getting requests to share tips on how I passed my PMP (Project Management Professional) certification exam, so I will be doing that next – very different from what I am used sharing here, but I am sure we’ll have lots of fun doing this – me, writing and you, reading or sharing. 

 

Sending you lots of love & light, 

 

TA

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