Moxie’s Diary!

Dear Intentional Reader,  It's 7:12 p.m. on October 10, I just started the first draft of this post over tea, but as usual, you’ll be reading the final published version. You know I had just learned that tea bags are unhealthy because they release billions of microplastics in hot water. So I’m idly thinking about that while sipping my tea and writing. I recently had a conversation with one of my acquaintances, and we talked about friendship. To avoid any confusion, I’ll refer to her as “Nkechi”, but this is not her actual name. I think I may have accidentally come up with a title for this post. So Nkechi used to have a friend whom she’d known for about nine years. She said they were close friends and shared almost everything about their lives.

Dear Intentional Reader, It’s the 30th of June; a day with pluvial weather. I love it when it rains, but the way it’s been raining over the past few days is beginning to annoy me! All kinds of creatures ( I’m referring to crawling animals and insects in this context, but I h@te them so much, hence the exaggeration) are beginning to crawl out because the flood has chased out of their habitats. Two nights ago, a centipede crawled into the house while I was working out. I cried for real, and I was sure my neighbors heard me. I thought of going out to knock on a neighbor’s door — preferably a male to help me kill it, but then I summoned courage and killed the b@$t@rd!! Excuse my choice of language, please.

It’s the wee hours of the 11th of June; I had just finished my workouts, and headed to the shower — thinking about how I have to make sure I read a page or two of the book I’m currently reading before I sleep — and then it struck me, “Moxie you’re changing”. At that moment, I felt very proud of myself, so while I was in the shower, I started thinking about it. I think I’ve healed a lot of things within myself. You see, sometimes we don’t even realize we need healing. When you hear words like therapy or healing, you assume they’re only for people with obvious issues, but that’s not necessarily true.

Dear Intentional Reader, I think there is something that is inevitable as we grow older and become adults; and that is friendships ending without a fight. People rarely talk about the kind of friendship breakups that don’t explode: no dramatic argument, no blocked numbers, no final speech — they simply fade.

Every year when February approaches, the internet starts screaming in red. Everyone is talking about Valentine's Day except me and you, maybe? That is if you don't care about Valentine's Day. It's not like I've never cared about it all my life. I used to, but if I'm being honest about it, it was because of pressure; and I was way younger then. The pressure is lowkey still there, but I now have more control over it! Today I chose to put my thoughts into writing, so hi there, thank you for stopping by. I appreciate you taking your time to read this piece.

Dear Intentional Reader, Before you start reading, pause for a moment and breathe. Focus on exhaling. Breathe in. Hold for six seconds. Now breathe out. This post is specially for women — African women in particular. That breathing exercise wasn’t random; it was intentional; and it was meant to help you release stress, soften your body, and return to calm.