This past Sunday I had one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
Granted, my birthday isn’t until May 11th, but who the hell cares?! 😉
The morning of the event, I rose early to pray over the day and simply “soak in” life thus far. It’s funny because I remember so many different times in life where I stressed about how I wasn’t where I envisioned I would be at that particular age or how my dreams always seemed to be just out of my reach. I look back now and laugh because if at any moment, this would probably be the optimal moment to have those thoughts and…
In 24 years, the greatest lesson I’ve learned is that at any given point in life, I am always exactly where I’m supposed to be for whatever reason that God saw fit. It may not be where I think I should or could be, but it’s where I’m supposed to be. If was meant for me to walk in ignorance so that I could one day recognize, address and remove ignorance, thanks solely to my own personal experiences, then it was with purpose. If I was meant to struggle as hard as I did so that my story would be powerful enough to move people to fight back a little harder when faced with their own struggle–then it too was with purpose.
That morning, I looked back over my little bit of time here on earth and all that I’ve experienced…and I was just thankful; thankful that I took all of the negative [and yes, positive] that I’d ever experienced and gave it some sort of permanent value.
I’ve stumbled across plenty of articles such as one by the Huffington Post that provided advice and insight on dealing with quarter-life crisis and the likes. Hell there’s even something on Wikipedia about it! And while I feel that articles such as that done by the HP give great tips and guidance, I also feel that we tend to overthink things entirely too damn much [at least I have]–and with great reason. Be it personal dreams, a family to provide for, financial obligations–whatever–we all have our reasons for the loose or very structured plan that we have for our lives [with the exception of those that completely opt to go with the flow of life andset no tangible or identifiable goals].
It’s all in large part, out of our control. The occurrences in life that really define and shape us, are often the very things that we can’t control–the spontaneity of life that brings about lifestyle changes and internal/external transformation.
You don’t know what the hell is going to happen 10 years from now. You don’t even know, without any doubt, what’s going to happen tomorrow. Life changes in the blink of an eye–and a blink of an eye can be 10 seconds, 20 mins, three months, one year or more.
By the time the #QuarterCenturyTurnUp Yacht Party was in full swing, I kept hearing so many who attended randomly mention how much they “needed this”–to getaway even if for only two hours–and many of them were in their late 20’s to mid thirties.
I kept thinking–even in my intoxicated Cinco De Mayo state of mind–that we, and my peers especially, BUST our asses more than we actually take CARE of them.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I believe in wroking hard and sacrificing, especially for your dreams…
But I’ll be damned if I let the journey kill me or snuff my passionate flame. I’ll be damned if I acquire all of the financial wealth possible, and have no one to share it with or no sound character to rest my laurels on.
My dreams/visions aren’t a price tag. They’re God’s preview of what will eventually become A PART of my ultimate purpose.
In other terms: they’re essentially the cheese that bait me to embark on a journey where my impact will be more influential than the actual moment I achieve them.
They’re benchmarks, not end points…because once one dream is achieved, it’s on to the next.
So as we laughed; danced [with strangers]; wobbled; took shots; ate tacos; broke maracas [don’t ask]; took over three different decks; snapped pictures and videos; and enjoyed the beautiful scenery…I basked at the reality that I was exactly where I was supposed to be in life. Everything around me demonstrated that. I was surrounded by GOOD people…people with beautiful hearts and many who have a passion for marrying service, commerce and art.
People who loved Syreeta, Reeta, Ree Ree, Smurff…and yes, Sincerely Syreeta.
These past 24 years have ultimately been good to me…I can honestly say that. They prepared me [as best possible] for the next chapter of my life and gave me an unwavering confidence in my purpose on this earth and my right to enjoy this precious life I’ve been given.
To Zuri…I love you, I love you, I love you! You made all of this possible and I’m thankful and so gratfeul for this unforgettable birthday. Tis all. 🙂
To my big sister, Brandy, who traveled all the way from Pittsburgh to celebrate her little sisters birthday: I’m crying again. Lol. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! [SISTER HAND CLAP…MA TI DA DA]
The ultimate thank you to make-up artist, Koko Guerra, for beating the brakes off my face! SWERVE! Girl you had me looking like a million bucks!!!! Love you suga!
And thank you to everyone who came out…the love you showered me with watered plenty of seeds God has planted in my heart. Stay tuned for the blooming of them.
So 25…I’ll be ready for you on Saturday.
– Sincerely Syreeta
P.S: Check out the #QuarterCenturyTurnUp Gallery below…