Late last year when it dawned on me that I was turning 25 soon, I started panicking. I kept on focusing on the big dreams I had that I was so far from achieving. Worrying is alien to my nature, but for some reasons, I was really bothered.
I always thought 24 was the ideal age for everything, especially marriage. To me, 24 was that age I thought everyone would have life figured out. I was scared of turning 24, same way I was scared of taking JAMB exams and praying to God since my primary school days for rapture to take place before I got to SS3, just so I wouldn’t have to take JAMB exams.
I turned 25 yesterday and I didn’t wake up today feeling any different. At heart, I’m still 21. For the past two years, I always get a special gift from God on the 22nd of February. This year, I don’t know what it will be, but I am so expectant (Prov 23:18).
I’m 25 and content. I do not have all I want, I’m still far away from my life goals, but the difference is now; I trust the process. I’m enjoying the process and living the very best of whatever stage of life I find myself. I’m still motivated, but I’ve come to properly understand and believe that it’s either God’s way or no way.
I’m 25, doing-a-job-I-totally-hate, imperfect, always-rededicating-my-life-to-Christ, steady-on-a-journey-of-self-discovery, flawed and happy.