I was born 8 days late.

And funny enough because of that, the reoccurring thought that has run through my head ever since I was little, was that I was that I was always going to be late on doing things in life all because my late birthdate made it my destiny.

When I learned how to ride my bike without training wheels at the age of 7, I thought I was late because all the kids on my block that were younger than me were pros on their two wheelers. When I learned how to swim freestyle at 11, I felt like I was the last kid in America who didn’t know how to. And 5 months before arriving to Howard, my dream school, I didn’t think any college would accept me because of how late I turned in my applications.

In retrospect, my way of thinking was clearly just plain silly. There are full grown adults who have never attended college, or learned how to ride a bike, or swim for that matter, and there are some who never will. And here I was (and currently am) putting pressure on myself for not doing something on time in my life.

What I didn’t realize was that I was always on time. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I do believe them when they say that every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come. I now like to think that me being born 8 days late was my way of showing the world that I wasn’t destined to do anything late, but that I was destined to make my mark on the world in my way, in my time, on my own terms.

Happy Birthday to me!

DAY 30