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TRUST THE PROCESS



When I was younger, much younger I wanted to be a doctor. I thought being a doctor was so cool (I still think it's cool 😉), getting to wear a white lab coat all day, with your earpiece (stethoscope) around your neck, walking around looking so smart and everything. I had to be a doctor! It wasn't until I got to junior secondary school that I realised that science wasn't for me. I didn't like the work that came with science plus I didn't like the fact that I had to spend a large chunk of my youth learning it. So I switched.



I decided the next best thing was to become a lawyer. I mean, people said I argue alot and some even go as far as calling me a lawyer (they still do 😅). So I thought to myself, that's great, let's do that instead. When I got to JSS3 (9th grade) I realised how much I hated reading. Most of the literature texts we were made to read were boring to me. To make matters worse, I found out that studying law was less speaking and more reading. Well, that's not what I signed up for. So I quietly vectored away.

Today, I'm studying a combination of 2 subjects that I really like and even though on some days I feel like dropping out of school for the obvious reason (I hate school), on other days, I enjoy what I'm doing with my life.

In a couple of months, I'd be done with the easiest part of my journey, then I'd come face to face with LIFE, the real one, not the one I've been living since 😅. I don't have any 9 point agenda, I don't have a very specific 10-15 year-plan but I won't fail the test.


It's going to be a combination of next stepssss that I have to be brave enough to take. But you know what? 👇


I'm going to have the time of my life figuring out the next move. It's not going to be because I've not discovered my purpose or because I've not found salvation or anything like that. I'm just willing to trust the process. I'm willing to make plans for the next week, the next month and the next couple of months. I'm also aware that one thing could happen and disrupt all my plans. At that point, I'm willing to throw away all my previous plans and start all over again no matter how scary it may be.


There's no rush. The process is going to be slow but I have to be willing to go through the sometimes gruesome process. I have to be willing to trust the process and know that my best is yet to come.



I'm not giving any suggestions in this piece. I've told you exactly what I'm going to do. The question now is, what are you going to do? 😏

Comments

Unknown said…
Edna ur blog spoke my mind and experiences too. This is how I feel but u know what am going to trust the process too.
Because no matter how hard I try to control everything life always have a way to show me that I know nothing 🤣🤣
NELSON JOVIAL said…
Best read so far....🙌🙌🙌
Aigbe Ehis I said…
I repeat, this blog keeps getting better (and useful). I would admit the title got my mind elsewhere first but turned out great. Love this and useful. Thanks Edna
Aigbe Ehis I said…
I repeat, this blog keeps getting better (and useful). I would admit the title got my mind elsewhere first but turned out great. Love this. Thanks Edna
Tecco said…
Always getting better everyday, your process will lead to success. I trust the process.
Henry said…
Nice...Very relatable.
Unknown said…
This is a really true piece. Cool as always

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