👿DAY60: I'm trying to know myself

01-03-2026 : DAY 11 of Ramadan

Hii…
A late, undisciplined blogger is here again.

Happy March 🌸
I pray this month brings happiness around the world. May people stay healthy, wealthy, and filled with strong positive emotions.

But today… no routine talk.
No Sunday recap.
Today, let me tell you a story about friendship. About my friendship.

 Now I’m 23.
And at this stage of my life, I’ve realized something very powerful — having good friends doesn’t just make your day better… it can make your entire life softer beyond your imagination.

In my ocean of chaos, I have My 4Lferz. they are my three beautiful pearls ✨

Yesterday, while walking,  my darling — casually said to me ,
“why do you take so much tension about budgeting and saving? You’re already saving a lot. Don’t pressure yourself so much.”

She said it so lightly.
But it stayed with me.

The funny part?
I don’t actually stress about money.

What really stresses me… is people’s behavior.

Yes, I admit it.
I want things my way.
I want people to react the way I expect.
I want situations to move according to the script in my head.

And when they don’t?

My brain goes into overthinking mode.
Anger.
Anxiety.
Stress.
It’s like my mind keeps replaying scenes that never happened the way I wanted.

And I know…
This is my flaw.

I’m not a victim of people.
I’m a victim of my expectations.

That realization?
It hurt.

But it also made me grow.

I’m trying to change.
Not dramatically. Not magically.

Not even 1%.
Honestly, maybe 0.1% change so far.

But I’m trying.

And that matters.

Meet me on my 24th birthday —
You’ll see a better version.
More emotionally developed.
More accepting.
More peaceful.

InshaAllah.

Right now, I’m just learning how to accept:

• People the way they are.
• Situations the way they unfold.
• And most importantly… myself.

And I’m deeply grateful that Allah gave me the awareness to see this about myself. Not everyone gets that chance.

Maybe growth isn’t loud.
Maybe it’s silent acceptance.
Maybe it’s catching yourself before reacting.
Maybe it’s saying, “Okay… this is not in my control.”

One day, everything will make sense.
One day, my mind will feel lighter.
One day, I’ll look back at 23-year-old me and smile.

And I’ll whisper,
“She was trying. And that was enough.”

InshaAllah, ek din sab sahi ho jayega 🤍