The Diary Game: 18th May, 2026. I Told Myself That I Won't get Comfortable With Poverty. Never! Poverty stinks.
Hi here, Jmeliga is here again. Yeahhh, I have come again.
My day went well. I woke up feeling like Merlin. I did all the house chores.
The day started on a very energetic note. I woke up feeling unusually strong and motivated, like my body and mind had already agreed that the day was going to be productive.
I didn’t waste time lying around. I just got up and started doing things.
First, I washed the cars in the compound. It took some time, but I enjoyed it more than I expected. After that, I swept the house and mopped everywhere properly until the whole place felt fresh again.
Then I moved on to laundry — washing, rinsing, and hanging the clothes outside to dry. By the time I was done with everything, I was tired, but it was the satisfying kind of tired. The kind that comes from knowing you actually got things done.
Since it was an off day from work, I stayed home for the rest of the day. After all the movement from the morning, I finally settled down to rest. The house was quiet, and for once, there was no pressure to rush anywhere or do anything urgent.
Later in the afternoon, I slept. And honestly, that part stood out to me because I haven’t really been able to sleep properly during the day in a long time. But this one was different. I slept deeply, and when I woke up, I felt refreshed in a way I haven’t felt in a while. It was one of those simple moments you don’t think much about until you realize how badly you needed it.
I also found myself thinking about the Called & Creative program on Saturday, and I’m genuinely grateful for how it turned out. It went well, and that felt like a real win. Sometimes I move too quickly from one thing to another without stopping to acknowledge progress, but this time I allowed myself to appreciate it.
Somewhere in the quietness of the day, I had a very honest conversation with myself. A strong thought settled in my heart, and it didn’t feel like motivation or temporary hype. It felt serious and real: I will not be poor. I need to have money. Not just to survive, but to live well, help people, build things, and create the kind of life I truly want for myself. The thought sat heavily in my chest, but in a good way. Like a decision had finally been made internally.
Nothing spectacular happened today, honestly. It was just a simple day at home — chores, rest, reflection, and silence. But somehow, it still felt meaningful.
A simple day. A good day.
Today is a blessed day.
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