Looking back at my life, I realise I’ve always started early. I began Grade 1 at the age of 5, started university at 17, and bought my first property at 23. I enjoyed the fact that people noticed I was the youngest in class, and I worked hard to be among the top 10 students at school. This drive really began when I chose my subjects and followed my commitment to excelling or should I say, slaying in life.
In June 2024, I made the brave decision to leave my job because I chose myself and my health over demanding work. My career requires me to constantly pour into others, and most of the time I had to fake being well and energetic, even on days when I was crumbling inside. I remember one day vividly: I had just returned from external moderation, exhausted, with a badly swollen eye from allergies my eye was barely open. Yet, I still went straight into a parents’ meeting at 16:00, showing up as if nothing was wrong, despite the obvious. That’s who I’ve been all my life: pushing through, being patient with challenges, and refusing to be a crybaby, even when life was tough.
Stepping away from work was the best life-changing decision I’ve ever made. It gave me time away from the responsibilities of my passion, and space to be gentle with my body something it had been craving desperately. I rested, I gained a bit of healthy weight, and for the first time in a long time, I truly felt free to listen to my entire being, and I actually did. I got to recover from what started as my worst nightmare (surgery) and turned out to be the blessing I didn’t know I needed. Choosing myself made my little heart dance, and it still does today. It was the most enduring, yet the best, year of my life.
During this season, I also sharpened my business and financial management skills. I had to be disciplined, generating income and managing my money carefully. Interestingly, a year ago I told myself I needed a “spend-free year” and God listened and made sure of it. I spent only on true commitments, not on luxuries like clothes or Uber Eats, because chileee… there was no money for that.
Just this month (July), I did the laundry with my mom at home for the first time in years. It felt good: music playing, dancing a little as I moved between the washing line and the machine, and for once, not rushing. That’s when it clicked: “I’m at ease. I’m pacing myself well. This is how it was always supposed to be.” I even made a vlog of this laundry day to keep thee feeling on record (on youtube enjoy!).
I realised how often I had lived in a hurry, which was worse during my working years. Honestly, I’ve always had a racing mind and felt like I was running out of time, even as early as high school whenever I was given instructions. Instructions always came with urgency; that’s just how my mind interpreted them. But on that laundry day with Mom, I felt relaxed, happy, and deeply present. It reminded me that I’m not running out of time, that this is my life to live on my terms. There’s no finish line I must rush to, no one I need to impress or disappoint. Mom’s wisdom reminds me daily: we do our best, and God takes care of the rest.
-So here I am lighter and freer. Gracefully moving through life... closely observing and mimicking my dear mother. 😊
-I am constantly reminding myself that there’s no urgency or siren as I do e-v-e-r-y task.
-Dear reader, you are doing just fine. Be patient with yourself, and with life.
-This had been sitting in my drafts for two months, and I’m so glad I finally published it for us. I hope you enjoyed it!
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