Currently listening to: Hollaback Girl – Gwen Stefani
A few times I’ve been around that trackSo it’s not just gonna happen like that‘Cause I ain’t no hollaback girlI ain’t no hollaback girl
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dearest OG Rojie:
Well, you made it to 100. Can you believe it? A whole century. You’ve lived a wild, unpredictable, and downright crazy life, and sometimes, I wonder how you ever made it through. But here you are. You survived it all.
I imagine you sitting somewhere peaceful, maybe in a cozy chair with a soft blanket draped over your legs, the weight of time resting gently on your shoulders. Do you still laugh quietly as you used to? Do your eyes still twinkle when you’re told a good story? Have you finally learned to slow down, or are you still as restless as ever?
I hope you look back on life with more gratitude than regret. That you remember the way you loved—fiercely, unapologetically, with your whole heart. That you recall not just the struggles but the victories, the little moments that made life feel so sweet.
I wonder if you still crave adventure, if your soul still longs for the thrill of something new. I hope you kept saying yes to experiences, to love, to late-night conversations, to the kind of laughter that makes your stomach hurt.
Most of all, I hope you’re proud of the woman you became. The battles you fought, the dreams you chased, the lives you touched. You made it to 100, Rojie, and that in itself is proof of your strength, your resilience, and your unstoppable spirit.
With all my love,
Little R.
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