There is something sacred about turning 42.
Not loud. Not performative. Not rushed.
Sacred.
For so many years, life felt like a checklist. Deadlines. Expectations. Roles to fulfill. Dreams to chase before the clock ran out. I measured growth by productivity. I measured success by visibility. I measured worth by how often I was chosen.
But 42 feels different.
This season is not about being selected. It is not about auditioning for spaces that hesitate to honor me. It is not about chasing applause. It is about blooming slowly, deliberately, without permission.
It is about becoming HER!
As a Pisces woman born on February 29 in Mobile, Alabama, I have always felt everything deeply. The wins. The wounds. The warnings. I have sensed shifts before they happened. I have loved beyond reason. I have grieved beyond language. Water signs do not just move through life, we absorb it. And for years, I absorbed places and people who were sent as distractions, detours dressed up as destiny.
I survived them.
I survived the rooms that tried to shrink me.
I survived the relationships that tried to redefine me.
I survived the silent battles no one clapped for.
And I kept building.
I am a mother. That alone reshaped my entire understanding of strength. Motherhood softened me and sharpened me at the same time. It taught me that love can stretch you and still leave you standing. It taught me that legacy is not abstract, it is breathing and watching you every day.
I am a published author. When Sister to Sister entered the world, it was more than a book. It was proof that my voice could live outside of me. That my imagination, my lived experience, my emotional depth had value. Writing saved me in seasons when I felt unseen. It reminded me that even when I felt small, my words were not.
I am the creative brain behind FEMI Magazine. What began as vision became vessel. What began as an idea became impact. Through FEMI, I have been able to amplify Black and brown voices, to curate culture with intention, to build something that reflects the power and nuance of our stories. It is not just a magazine. It is a declaration.
And yet, 42 is not about achievement.
It is about alignment.
I have won. I have also experienced loss that hollowed me out and forced me to sit with myself in the dark. Loss taught me that strength is not loud. It is quiet endurance. It is choosing to stay soft in a world that benefits from your hardness. It is refusing to let bitterness rewrite your spirit.
This season, I am not operating from urgency. I am not racing a clock. I am not measuring myself against anyone else’s timeline. I am not following a list.
I am living.
I am enjoying the slow unfolding. The sacred pause. The in between where nothing dramatic is happening, but everything is shifting. I am allowing myself to blossom at my own pace. No comparison. No competition. No performance.
Becoming Her is not about transforming into someone unrecognizable. It is about shedding what was never mine to carry. It is about honoring the little girl who dreamed in a small Alabama city and telling her she did not imagine her greatness. It is about forgiving the younger versions of myself for what they tolerated before they knew better.
At 42, I trust myself more.
I trust my intuition. I trust my timing. I trust my discernment. I no longer confuse red flags for challenges. I no longer romanticize struggle. I no longer beg for seats at tables that were never built with me in mind.
I build my own.
There is a softness to this chapter, but do not mistake it for weakness. It is earned softness. The kind that only comes after surviving storms. The kind that says, I have nothing to prove and everything to protect.
I am not trying to become someone else’s version of extraordinary.
I am becoming mine.
Forty two feels like water finding its level. Like roots finally stretching deep enough to support the bloom. Like looking in the mirror and recognizing the woman staring back, not because she is perfect, but because she is whole.
I am not chasing Her anymore.
I am allowing myself to be HER!
And you might wonder… who is Her?
Stay close. Stay curious.
She is forever unfolding, still rising into view.
This journey is not rushed. It is long-sighted, intentional, and only just beginning.
Oh Happy 4-2 me!
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