#30days30posts: The End

It’s been a wonderful time here, writing and participating in the #30days30posts challenge for a record one year and seven months. This is the last post in this series and I am happy I took part. Without any expectations going into the challenge, I am not entirely sure what the outcomes were. I am not a fan of trends, challenges, etc, so I will not be doing something remotely like this anytime in the near future. At times this experience bordered on a perverse illustration of groupthink and that not only made me uncomfortable but also just messed with my strong independent-minded streak.

The #30days30posts challenge was meant to be a symbolic welcome to the third decade of my life. In this time, I have lost a couple of friends I once considered close. I have made mistake after mistake and really, I realized I wasn’t ready to be 30, let alone living in this third decade. At least that’s what I think. I learned that life is what you make it. I came into my thirties, prepared to live by the maxim, “Life is for the living.” but what I’ve lived by and ended up believing is, “Live your Life.” I came into my thirsty thirties open to every experience.

Then along came Lesson #1: “Don’t be so thirsty for every opportunity, that you drink from every cup handed to you. That’s how you get poisoned.”

Not every opportunity is meant to be pursued

I have always been self-determinant, self-aware, self-ish. Yes, I am always the first to admit my more inward-looking and inward caring personality trait. I barely have any space left to care about others. While that may seem like a pretty hard thing to digest, I am not going to be apologetic. It may be hard to digest but it’s one thing I have always known to be deeply true about who I am. My autocorrect seems to know it too. So on a sub-conscious level, I am all about myself. You call it conceit and arrogance; I call it self-preservation in a world where a lot can and will go wrong for a relatively young, creative, strong-willed woman. While most of my friends, got some gibberish from tapping the middle button on their editor, I got the gem below. If it doesn’t work, I’m gone. Gone Girl.

Here goes the last and only lesson, I have learned from this exercise. Love yourself so selfishly, everyone else is dead to you because when you go, you will remain a beautiful memory in the minds of the living. Memories fade, love is forgotten so live for you. Do you. Live your life.

Here is a round up of all the #30days30posts material I posted:

  1. The Beginning
  2. Hedonaya of Tulan
  3. What my Motorcycle accident taught me
  4. Sweatshop Chronicles: Calling KK
  5. The Promise
  6. A Liet Wan Special- Fire burn dem
  7. Conversations about Religion
  8. The Shift (A Tulan Story)
  9. Danielo’s Lover ( A Liet Wan Story)
  10. 31st Birthday Special
  11. Mirror in Tulan
  12. What an Ugly World (A Tulan Story)
  13. In pursuit of Nappyness
  14. Taxi, Taxi
  15. Something’s Brewing
  16. Why travel is good for you (and me)
  17. Join Kenya’s Grafitti Girls
  18. Hidden Figures Revealed
  19. The Fall of Tulan
  20. Hidden Fire! (A Tulan Story)
  21. Discover Belgium- Ghent (Tomorrowland 2016)
  22. Reflection
  23. Liet Wan: Esteem on Fire
  24. Kyungu’s Awakening
  25. Bye Bye D (A Liet Wan Story)
  26. Your Story Continues (A tribute to LP frontman Chester Bennington)
  27. B for Beauty (A Liet Wan Story)
  28. Need a Handmaid?
  29. F*ck Cancer: A Liet Wan Special
  30. Shooting Nairobi