Life is a journey and twenty-four years today, I started mine.
Coincidentally, Memoirs of Alexander began one year ago, today. What are the odds, right?
Lol. I stun, I’m a stunner. But seriously, being twenty-three came with such unexpected growth and awareness, both personally and in social settings.
I was and perhaps am still the woman who wants things done her way, and being twenty-three taught me that it’s okay to not be perfect. It’s okay to show my vulnerability and it’s okay to let others pick me up. Honestly, this one was a hard pill to swallow and it is gonna be a looooooong journey, which is why I am happy I began now.
Another thing about Idara-abasi which you may not have sensed is, on a scale of one to ten, my confidence is perhaps a 3.5. In my previous age, I discovered, with the aid of Memoirs of Alexander, that this possibly stemmed from being sexually assaulted at a young age, (I was a sweet, quiet kid, y’kno, exactly what the pedophiles like), and my inability to process and communicate it. You can find the blog post here. Luckily, I found a medium to voice that, and now, I’m blossoming into the woman I was always meant to be.
I let my uniqueness, creativity, and wits speak for itself
I believe in a strong mind, and to achieve that I need a strong body. Together, they’re okay— but not great, because there is an even bigger part of this equation that I struggled with my entire life.
Faith in the Lord Jesus. Phillippians 4:13. Restoring my faith is perhaps my biggest achievement being twenty-three.
There are constantly two forces fighting in each of us, the Holy Spirit and the spirit of the world. Galatians 5:17. I was always aware of that internal turmoil and like Jonah, I fled from God. I wasn’t ready, I didn’t want to be.
I am neither astral nor churchy, In fact, I am mostly a skeptical and pragmatic person, but I am slowly seeing the light and perhaps if I let it lead me instead of being such a dang control freak. Perhaps, I will be ready.
So here I am a blogger, an epistemophile and soon to be MD, most of who I am today was not my plan, which again reminds me that God’s plan and time are not the same as mine.
I am grateful to the ever faithful, God. I am grateful to my family and friends who stuck around through my know it all and isolation-depressive phase.
I am grateful for the chance to connect with bloggers, readers, & supporters. You guys will continue to be a blessing to me.
So there you have it. A very long piece about myself, lol. If you made it this far, thanks for your audience. I would like to interact with you more, let me know what you think about this post.
Till next time, remember, we are loved.