Unsteady
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Dear Bolu,
Happy New Year.
Today isn’t for stories, jokes, weird imaginings, silly questions, or wild thoughts, no. Today is for you. And today, I say thank you. Thank you for coming on this ride with me. Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, sharing, and writing back. Thank you for not being a void. Thank you for the feedback. Thank you for trusting me with your time. Thank you.
Also, I owe you an apology. If you’ve been around for a while, you may recall that I changed the release cycle of Dear Bolu in Delta, switching from one letter per week to one letter every other week. You may also recall that I wasn’t consistent with that release cycle for certain periods last year, and for that, I am very sorry. I was much too easily overwhelmed by other things. I was a little unsteady. I’m sorry.
Into My Arms was the 50th letter I sent out, and depending on your lens, it’s either small or a lot. To me, it’s significant. It has taken me longer than I’d hoped to get here, but I’m happy to be here nonetheless. When I started writing, I’d felt like time-skipping to my 100th letter. I would look at my archives and see that I’d only published three letters. Just three? Can’t I go any faster? If I had like a hundred published letters, I should be very glad indeed. Looking back, well, did I go any faster? Haha, no. If anything, I went much slower. I laugh now at my old young self as I realise again, and not for the last time, I’m sure, that things take time. It’s a lesson life never fails to teach me each time I forget. And I always forget.
I say this to encourage you to do whatever has been on your mind. Pursue. Start. Build. What little reach I have, I can share with you. Do you write? Let me know, and maybe I’d mention you. Do you sing? Put me on, and maybe I’ll theme a letter after any of your songs I like (as I’ve been doing for a while now). Do you draw? Do you photograph? Show me, and maybe I’d use your art as a cover for one of my letters. If you have the means to do something you love, please do it, however small the scale. Time will always fly; the only question is whether or not we fly with it.
Myself, I hope to continue providing value in my letters. I know I fool around a lot, but I seriously hope you learn from them and also enjoy them. To that end, I hope to play with a lot more styles, forms, and subjects in my letters this year. Maybe I’d review a book or a movie. Maybe my letters would include voice-over narration so that you can read or listen at your own convenience. Maybe I’d make cases for and against certain ideas. Maybe I’d write replies to new and old letters. Maybe I’d feature letters you want to share. Maybe. If you’d be interested in any of that, do let me know.
Lastly, I hope 2022 was kind to you. If it wasn’t, I hope you were at least kind to yourself. If you weren’t, please be kind to yourself this year. You probably know this, but it’s worth reiterating—being kind to yourself doesn’t mean failing to hold yourself accountable. It doesn’t mean lazying about, wasting away, or not owning up to your mistakes. You are kind to yourself when you give your best, but also recognize that you may not always be your best. So be kind to yourself.
Lastly (sorry, I lied earlier; this is the last “lastly”), may your road be rough. If it’s too rough, and you feel like writing to someone that isn’t a void, you can write to me. And I’d write back. May 2023 smile on you. If it doesn’t, you can bet that I will. I promise I will, dear friend.
Fin.
P.S.
The title of this letter is a nod to X Ambassadors’ Unsteady.
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Write you soon, merci!
- Wolemercy
This one really made me smile!! Well done my friend 🤗