Happy (Belated) Birthday to All July Babies! 🥳
This July, I celebrated a birthday. It wasn’t loud. There was no big dinner, no crowd waiting at midnight with cake, candles, or confetti. Fewer people remembered — and that used to bother me. Used to.
Once upon a time, birthdays were marked by back-to-back messages, long paragraphs from friends, surprise calls, and the occasional gifts wrapped in bright paper. In those moments, you felt seen. Celebrated. Remembered.
But as we grow older, something shifts.
This year, I didn’t count messages. I didn’t wait for midnight calls. I didn’t measure love by how many people remembered. I measured it by how present I felt with the few who showed up — not just for my birthday, but for my life.
And what a beautiful shift that has been.
From Loud Celebrations to Quiet Presence
We live in a world that often glorifies loudness — the viral, the visible, the grand. And for a long time, I equated joy with noise. If it wasn’t big, it didn’t feel real. But this year, my celebration came with a road trip — a journey through Kenya’s heartland, with close friends, warm laughter, thoughtful gifts, and conversations that nourished the soul.
It was in those quiet moments — somewhere between the open road and soft laughter — that I realized how deeply I’ve grown.
What the Past Year Has Taught Me
The past year has not been easy. In fact, I would call it one of the most emotionally intense periods of my life. Not because of any one big event, but because of how many quiet battles I fought that no one else could see.
I have had to:
Professionally, I have walked into rooms I once felt unqualified for — and held my own. I have been trusted with impact. I have supported tech talent, helped place them in meaningful roles, mentored, written, hosted sessions, and contributed to communities that matter deeply to me.
But the real win?
I have become softer with myself.
Career Highlights That Weren’t Just About Work
This past year has been one of meaningful work. I’ve learned to balance deliverables with dreams, structure with soul. I’ve helped others grow — and in doing so, saw how much I’ve grown too.
Some moments that stood out:
Behind the scenes, I have faced doubts, deadlines, and days where I questioned everything. But each time, I returned to purpose. That quiet whisper reminding me: This is bigger than just you.
🖤 The Bittersweetness of Growing Up
I’ve noticed that growing older is less about blowing candles and more about shedding old versions of yourself.
It’s the realization that:
This birthday reminded me that there’s dignity in stillness. That sometimes, the best celebration is reflection. And that fewer people remembering doesn’t mean you’re less loved — it just means everyone is walking through their own fire, too.
Lessons That Will Travel With Me
Here are a few truths this year etched into my heart:
🎉 To Everyone Who Celebrated This Month
If you too had a birthday this July — I see you.
Maybe yours was quiet too.
Maybe you also looked at your phone and felt a little sad at first… and then reminded yourself that joy isn’t found in numbers, but in presence.
Maybe you too have grown — not just in age, but in wisdom, in depth, in direction.
So here’s to us.
To those still figuring things out, but walking anyway. To those who carry both hope and heaviness with grace. To those who no longer need the world to clap for them before they celebrate themselves.
A Hope for the Year Ahead
As I turn the page on another year, I carry forward this:
And I let go of:
📝 Final Word
Birthdays aren’t just about aging. They’re about becoming — into someone more whole, more aware, more true.
So, whether your birthday was filled with noise or stillness, with many people or a few, I hope it brought you clarity. I hope it reminded you of who you’re becoming.
Because that’s the real celebration.
And if no one else told you:
Happy birthday. I’m proud of you. Keep becoming. 🎂✨