The number 9 holds significance in many cultures and contexts. While almost any number has some type of symbolism associated with it, I often see that my being a 9 was no coincidence. As my mother’s 9th and last child, my attachment to this number goes beyond Greekdom.
You might think I’m annoying for getting hype about today’s date (SUE ME lol) but I’m celebrating the last 9th of 2015.
The past two-three years have ended with me slightly bitter, unsatisfied with my growth & regretful of some of my choices. For the first time in my adulthood, I can say I’m closing a year with a sincere sense of gratitude and pride. Anything I thought I couldn’t handle before, I KNOW I can now. I thought 2014 was a doozy but tuh! I had no idea. God had a lot more to show me about Him, myself and a lot of people around me. Divine completeness is my favorite association with the number 9. So today, I’m celebrating being in a place of divine contentment. God has allowed me to reach a point of self love and discipline that I didn’t imagine myself obtaining after the year I’ve had. That, to me, is completeness. It took a lot of irresponsible moments, not so good decisions and GRACE to reach this point. As cliche as it sounds, I know I have a long way to go. My growth will never stop & there are still lessons I’m fighting my stubbornness to grasp, but I’m in awe of how far I’ve come this year. I’m so excited about the closing of this chapter. Not because of the hardships it came with, but because of the maturing and pruning that God allowed me to undergo in the midst of them. If you made it this far in my post, please leave with this: Stop beating yourself up & wishing things were different. Stop comparing yourself and stop allowing people to alter your perception of YOU. Trust that all things are working together for your good. Don’t give up and when you make it, tell your story. I promise you there is someone in this world who needs to hear it. Happy 9th 😊