I used to think I was born on Wednesday, there was no specific reason, I just liked the day of the week. And it was a shock to me when I eventually found out I was born on Saturday😬.

Now it shouldn’t matter what day of the week you were born right, because you celebrate your birthdays on different days every year ( I don’t know about people born onFebruary 28/29th) but it gave me a nice feeling to know I was born on Wednesday.

Saturdays didn’t feel like a special day to be born, it still doesn’t because I was born on my Aunt’s wedding day (Yeah taking the attention off the couple still isn’t it)

Since I found out, the weekday I was born didn’t feel special anymore. I don’t believe in zodiac signs neither do I judge anyone that does, this world is hard enough not to have something to believe in.

Truth is, whatever it is you believe in has placed you in box, reasoning beyond those boxes just feels unnatural and incomprehensible. That’s how believing I was born on Wednesday was for me, funny I can’t trace the reason I chose to believe that, maybe something significant happened to me that day or my brain just came up with that. I might never really know

But as soon as I stopped believing that, I realized Wednesdays were not that special anymore, it used to be my favorite day of the week and then it just lost all significance.

What is she even going on about?? I’m saying that we only act as much as we have experienced and live within the limits of our beliefs. I’m also not saying that’s a terrible thing, just some questions for you?

What do you believe in? Can you trace it back to something significant? Does it really matter? Is it even true at least? Is it worth it?

Ponder on that this week, and reevaluate your beliefs, remember there’s no shame in doing away with the things that no longer work for you.

Thank you for reading! Don’t forget to share with someone 🥰 See you next week😎