So Far So Good into 2022: is this my Golden year?

Playing So Far So Good by Phyno

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I've been waiting to write this particular piece to you but somehow I've been running away for reasons I don't know. Maybe, I do. Maybe not. In the beginning of this year, I really had big expectations. I had big plans for myself. I'm pretty sure you also bounced into the year with Big Energy. Do you remember the last day of 2021/Jan 1st 2022? If you're a Christian, you most likely were in church praying or gyranting before the clock struck 12. Damn! I was really elated. I was just so hyper and positive about the new year. I said to myself "this year will be fucking lit!" I really had that confidence. You too right? But so far so good into the year, how has it been for you? How far with your new year resolutions?(I know right, don't bother asking about mine)

Playing Time flies by Burnaboy

July has ended, half of the year is gone. Time really flies. Some ye ass people on the bird app might start asking "how much have you saved?" Bro, everyday, I wake up and I feel like I'm fighting for my life. So yeah, I saved my life (but really, try dey save). * This year as I said earlier, I had plans, I had intentions to improve on my skills, get additional skills, start a blog, among other stuff. And yeah, by the second month, I started copywriting, a new skill. Learned from one of the best. Thankfully, God heard my prayers and made my helper work it out. By April, I started my personal blog. Everything seemed to be going smoothly even though I was struggling financially (I still am, lol), adulthood na scam abeg. I decided I wouldn't let the pressure overwhelm me but if you ask me, it hasn't been easy. Joggling one part of my life with another, hasn't been easy. The other part of my life which I didn't like was getting the best of me. I didn't have time to do what I love. In fact, the little money I made from what I love would be spent on what I didn't love. But whose fault is it? I mean, I applied for a course I didn't have passion for. Perhaps, I thought the passion would grow. But the higher I moved, the quicker what I believed was passion, died. I couldn't blame a soul for my mistake(s). Thank God for writing. There was a time I felt empty 'cause I didn't know what to do with my life. I almost died but Poetry saved me. Content Writing helped me. Hopefully, Copywriting keeps me alive. *** Fast forward into 2022, April 2nd, I dropped my first blog post. After a series of convictions, I decided to do it. I was pretty excited to document my feelings, thoughts and experiences and share with the world. In my first post, I had people relate to it and I really felt happy. But the excitement made an exit in no time. I started to battle impostor syndrome. My friend, Sharon, called it my disease. Have I cured it? It's a work in progress. I would say I'm learning more about myself, unlearning and relearning many things too, gaining new experiences, meeting new people, carelessly avoiding love, taking new risks, taking account for my decisions, learning to apologize even when people are moving mad towards me. Taking friendships seriously, going all out for them in my little way. And most importantly, trusting God even when I tend to be unfaithful.

Playing it's okay by Chandler Moore

Why am I telling y'all this? Just to tell you that it's okay not to be okay. It's okay to be scared, to be doubtful, it's okay to tell God that you don't know what to do with your life and it's hard to be hopeful. I don't think life was designed to be perfect. Nobody has it all figured out. Even the people you look up to. This truth I'm subtly accepting. But I tell you what, God wouldn't equip you with a burden you can't carry. So, whenever you're experiencing any negative energy, tell God plainly, how you feel BUT let him know you're willing to trust him and he should help you to trust him. I hope you know that you're a living proof that God keeps promises…. People have died, you know? I almost died around May. I had an accident. After that accident, I encountered a series of impostor syndrome and creative block. I couldn't even make a masterpiece out of poetry, let alone a piece. My WhatsApp status was as empty as my bank account. My inactivity on socials cannot be compared to that of Mr. President as the head of the nation. My conversations with people died and it felt like I was ghosting everyone. Life was showing me what Yoruba stew tasted like. Even though life hits me hard, I still thank God he spared me from that accident. And guess what? I'm still here writing to you. In the midst of my fears, I'm still doing things, getting opportunities, making small money. And gradually, I'm getting my aura back. Perhaps, this is really my Golden year! So far so good, I'm grateful. "This year got me thanking God for life." And yeah, I'm still hoping for big doings. It's really going to be a fucking lit year. I should wrap up this. Thanks for reading my secrets. Lol. If anything at all makes sense to you, please like, comment and share. Don't forget to subscribe. Love, Damdam.♥️ P.S: I know it's a long read and I'm happy you made it here. But watch out for my next blog post.

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