Everyone had plans that they wanted to carry out.
Some even had things that they were already doing.
Fortune was baking, Florita was a hairstylist, Mary definitely had to go into fashion designing, Favour had started a course in artistic graphics.
Heck, everyone was doing something.
They were either working in a company or had a skill. But here I was, with no magnificent skill except writing.
You might be wondering...
She's started again!
Always coming up with another of the same aspect to talk about, but this is my dose.
It'll come with all the drama in my life...
Like I said, I'm still figuring a lot out and in a burst to not feel left out, I took to the streets to get a job.
It was a low paying job, like 20,000 Naira low, but what gives.
I also want to be able to fend for myself. I sure didn't want to live off my parents and stay at home without any backup.
I wanted to change my wardrobe, dress in the "classiest" manner and look cool too.
But I got my bubble burst...
"Don't go!" That was Dad's response.
In a fit to want to do things my own way, I was growing rebellious, and the fact was that I didn't really care if it was wrong at this point.
"I'm an adult!
I can do what I want to do... It's not my fault that you don't provide all my needs.
I'm ready to provide for myself, so let me!"
At least that was what I could say in my head. I was still under his roof afterall.
In my fit to find someone to vent to and help me answer the questions turning in my head, I went to Father in prayer (not like I was really praying at this point).
The supposed prayer turned into rants and complaints... The list could go on!
I was loosing myself to the enemy's plot. Slowly but surely growing far from Father in prayer.
Fast-forward a few days later, and I noticed that I was straining in prayer. It wasn't easy anymore and guess what...
It was also affecting the habits I had been working to grow on.
I wasn't consistent anymore and I started going back to old habits. Ones I didn't like very much.
I just couldn't have this and so, I went back to God in prayer.
"Father, please forgive me in anyway I have offended you." I sure had forgotten what exactly I did wrong, but God didn't.
I was willing to dedicate 30 minutes (though not enough, if you ask me) to pray and talk with Father.
It was in that point of prayer that I realized, I was trying to figure myself out.
I wanted to do something, anything but I didn't know what.
I wanted to do exactly what God wanted me to do (cause I'm like that) and not make any mistakes.
I wanted perfection and I wanted it fast. It's not like working in a company was not good, but in my bid to want to succeed and make it big, I was willing to rush into anything just to feel accomplished.
I had forgotten to ask God if my parents would be okay with it, and if that was what he wanted.
I'll still go back for the job though, because this works in great arrangement to my growth in my career path and I'm looking forward to the experience.
But, there's the need to learn to be respectful as a Christian.
We all want to have our way and feel accomplished, but let's learn to do it in s respectful manner.
Sometimes it'll be right to make a move while at other times, you just have to stay calm and know when to speak up. Father will surely help.
As for the drive to want to do something, write your vision and dreams down.
It goes a long way to helping you reach your target.
Because others are doing a particular thing doesn't mean it'll work in the same way for you.
You're built differently...
Find your niche and plan in that manner.
God love you 😌
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