I can finally relate to all the people who say time flies and it was just the other day when…
Its been 5 years of writing my thoughts, experiences, musings, book reviews
5 years of you reading and liking
5 years of growth, 5 years of ideas, 5 years of posts each month, 5 years of leaving pieces of me and still being whole.
5 years of sharpening my writing, my reading, my clarity of thought, my diction
5 years of us
Yesterday during my lunch break, I visited a scents shop and the lady told me how she got the business idea during covid. She had contracted covid and was in isolation for 10 days. In the duration she got to learn about candles and became obsessed. She loved the excitement of playing around with scents, creating something to be experienced and most importantly to convey messages when words have departed. This will be a trip down the lane for you but I will save you the trip by tagging the post of my similar idea which I had then and shared with the lady Purposeful gifting. She was kind enough to ask me to notify her when I actualize my dream and she encouraged me that there is enough room for everyone. Who knows, maybe you will stock my products if you will not have started your own.
The Gift barn makes the most divine candles I have come across and their rustic packaging is the cherry on top. They definitely are in the caliber of sand + fog. The beauty of scents is that our mind attaches them to people, places and events. When I boil rice with rosemary leaves, the smell takes me back to my mother’s kitchen in my high school days and the feeling is so real. The Gift barn shop had a candle whose name I forget but unmistakably reminded me of my dad. I asked the lady if it was inspired by a male perfume and she said could be, and she has heard a lot of her customers make reference to that. A kid had recently mentioned that the candle smells like papa.
Being at the shop evoked my yearning to see my creation come to life, having people buy my idea, people willing to spend on something I love passionately. I was beating myself up for not taking the leap and starting my gifting business venture then I remembered I had just recently celebrated 5 years of pouring into my blog. This blog is my labour of love. It is the gift that keeps giving and anytime I need proof of my commitment to a course I believe in, it looks right back at me. The commitment I have to my plants, to my yoga practice, to journaling, to always finding space for the things I love and that keep me grounded, all that makes me.
Much as I allow myself to take a break from all the things that make me, I get back on track and allow myself to pour some more into them. On my 5th anniversary, I commit to ensure that yoga, writing and journaling will forever be my coping tools wherever I go.
Dimples Migraines and Aahs 
Congratulation, don’t stop posting at all.
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