“Ki lo n wa kiri?”

— What Are You Looking for All Over the Place?

Growing up, you would hear your mom, caregiver, auntie, or uncle say, “Ki lo n wa kiri?” — which in Yoruba means, “What are you looking for all over the place?” It’s usually said when you’re being scattered, disoriented, or not paying attention.

That phrase applies deeply to this moment in my life — as I think about the pain, heartbreak, and frustration I’ve experienced in adulthood, whether romantically or in platonic situations.

Recently, as I approached the end of my yearly self-review — which I highly encourage everyone to do — I began reflecting on my goals, ambitions, and the conversations I’ve had with myself. While heartbreak, frustration, pain, joy, and loss have all been recurring themes this year, I’ve realized that much of my heartache came from ignoring my inner voice.

I’m at an age now where I know myself well. I can tell quickly if someone or something deserves a place in my life. I can also tell when something or someone is just a placeholder — a distraction from doing genuine healing.

There were seasons in my past where I stumbled from one situation to another, more focused on staying busy than getting better. But this year, I’ve truly embraced solitude. I’ve learned to sit with myself, to reflect deeply on who I am and who I want to become.

It’s not enough to write down goals or talk about growth — execution matters. You owe it to yourself to give your future self the best chance possible. As I reviewed this year, I realized I don’t need to apologize for certain interactions or spaces. If anything, I owe it to myself to step away from places and people that don’t uplift me or bring me closer to my goals.

If you take one thing away from this blog, let it be this:
Whatever action you’re about to take, ask yourself —
Does it get me closer or farther from my goals?
Does it give me clarity, confirmation, or guidance?
If not, maybe it’s time to start healing and pulling yourself out of that space.

It’s so easy to just exist — to tolerate “good enough.” But I did a personal audit recently and realized there’s an area of my life where I’ve settled. I’ve tolerated situations that didn’t bring me comfort or care because I felt I wasn’t good enough. That ends now.

As I move into the summer of 2026, I’m holding myself even more accountable. I’ve noticed how often I’m tired — stretched in directions I don’t need to be. I need to be in spaces that pour into me and remind me of my worth.

I’m currently on a weight-loss cut — part of a journey I’ve been on for a few years. It’s had its ups and downs, but one truth has remained: I’m committed to my evolution. I’ve said it before — discipline is one of the greatest acts of self-love. Discipline is a love letter to your future self. It’s saying, “I love you enough to sacrifice today’s comfort so you can thrive tomorrow.”

Someone recently asked if I’d ever consider surgery or weight-loss aids like Ozempic. Honestly, I’ve had moments of temptation — it’s hard not to when you see others take shortcuts. But there’s something powerful about proving your love to yourself through the work.

This week alone, two strangers complimented me — saying I’m slimming down and looking stronger. External validation is nice, but internal confirmation is everything. When I look in the mirror, I know I worked for this. I prayed, sacrificed, and stayed disciplined to become who I am today.

That’s what I mean when I talk about love letters to your future self.

I’ve said before (I think I have) that I want my kids to have the most well-rounded dad possible. I love my father deeply — he’s one of the smartest, most grounded men I know. He taught me what depth looks like. I always say, drop my dad anywhere in the world and he’ll connect with people instantly. I love that about him — and I’ve picked that up too.

But I want to take it further. I want my kids to inherit a graduated version of that. As I write this, I’m approaching 40 countries visited in 34 years — something my dad never had the chance to do. That’s progress.

My dad’s stories are about sourcing materials in Argentina, managing production lines in Italy, and building a business from the ground up after sending himself to school in Manchester. He also passed down our shared love for Manchester United — and yes, we’re starting to win again. You’ve all been warned.

This journey — of growth, travel, and self-reflection — is my love letter to my wife, my kids, my extended family, and my community. I love when people call on me for knowledge or support. It’s important to keep investing in myself so I can continue to pour into others.

What is one way you are writing a love letter to your future self?

So back to the surgery conversation — I thought about it, I considered it. But I’m committed to doing the work. The only “surgery” I’ve joked about is maybe something cosmetic down the line (a little platelet boost so the abs show faster), but truthfully, I’m too dedicated to this process to skip steps.

I want to look back one day and say, “I built this.”
I want my wife and kids to see me and believe they can conquer anything — because their father did.

This isn’t just about having the best body or money or stamps in my passport. I want it all to be authentic.

This morning, as I got ready for the gym, I burst into praise and worship. I thought about how much I love my parents and how that ritual — morning worship — shaped me. Growing up, we’d all sing together, and as we got older, we each took turns leading. It taught me confidence, gratitude, and reverence.

I can’t wait to give that same experience to my own kids — to raise them in love, faith, and self-awareness.

So today, ask yourself:
What kind of love letter are you writing to your future self?
What conversations will your future self thank you for?

Remember, this is a process. Evolution takes time. Don’t cut corners. Don’t forget — you deserve the best version of you, even before the rest of the world meets that person.

Till next time, stay up.

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