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The Hardest Things to Let Go Of Are Sometimes the Ones We Still Love

When I was a little girl, I had these hand-me-down shoes that I loved. I wore them everywhere. Anywhere, really. I don't think I cared whether they were appropriate for where I was going. If those were the shoes I wanted to wear, then those were the shoes I was wearing. And when they became too small, I still didn't want to let them go. I would squeeze my feet into them and somehow convince myself that they still fit. I imagine an adult looking at me and thinking, Child, these shoes are clearly too small. Please take them off. But I loved them. And I think about those shoes sometimes when I hear us talk about things like seasons, letting go, releasing, creating room, moving on. Usually, when we talk about letting go, there is something wrong with the thing we're letting go of. It has become toxic. It doesn't serve us anymore. It is holding us back. We have outgrown it. We need to make room for something better. And yes, sometimes that is exactly what letting go looks li...
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If I am always sacrificing my present self for my future self, when does my present self get a turn?

If I am always sacrificing my present self for my future self, when does my present self get a turn? It is a question that sounds almost reasonable—until you actually try to live inside it. Because most of us are taught, directly and indirectly, that life is built on sacrifice. Work hard now. Endure now. Save now. Push through now. The promise is always the same: the future self will benefit. A more stable life. Better opportunities. Security. Freedom. Relief. In theory, it makes sense. In practice, it is not always that clean. Recently, I left a job that was financially helpful but physically difficult. It paid well enough. But it came with costs I could not ignore anymore. My body felt it. My energy felt it. My sleep felt it. From a purely financial perspective, the decision did not make sense. I reduced my income in a context where stability is never guaranteed. And yet, something in me felt like I had to leave. Because I could feel my present self becoming sma...
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Know Thyself: The Quiet Power of Naming Your Nature

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.” — Carl Jung We live in a culture that equates good intentions with goodness, and ambition with ability. But very few people in Kenya—or anywhere—truly know what they are made of. We can name our qualifications and our dreams. But ask someone their vices or virtues, and they hesitate. Worse, they lie. The Danger of Self-Unawareness In Kenya today, many of us are wandering through life making choices—big, small, and irreversible—without truly understanding who we are. We end up in jobs we despise, relationships we shouldn’t be in, or positions of influence we aren’t emotionally or ethically equipped for. And at the root of this dysfunction is a simple truth: we don’t know ourselves. This is not a spiritual or abstract dilemma. It’s a deeply practical one. To know oneself is to understand your vices, your virtues, your weaknesses, and your strengths—not in a vague sense, but in detail. Let’s ge...
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