So I hope you guys have been as awesome as always. Today I have a guest blogger, one of my friends, Anita, funny how the previous guest blogger‘s name was also Anita. Anyways she has a very wonderful food blog complete with recipes and such, you should totally check it out.
Her post however is not food related and I can relate to most of it considering I just turned 22 myself but don’t quite agree with a bit of it, then again we all have our opinions. People tend to say 22 is not particularly an important birthday but I say otherwise. 22 means you survived a full year as an adult.
I am a 22 year old, going to my final year of university, some might say it’s the right age, some might ask why I’m still an undergraduate whilst my mates are already on their masters’, PHD’s or working and starting businesses now that for a fact, but life happens and I’m happy life happened, because if it didn’t I wouldn’t know a lot of the things I know now like;
God is so real, He is in everything we do, every tear we shed, the laughter, the joy, the peace, feelings of guilt and forgiveness, He’s the constant voice of reasoning in my head, holding strong regardless of my doubts and worries.
My parents especially my mum used to say I was ungrateful and selfish a lot, when she bought me things, or did things and I just said a short thank you, or thanks and walked away. I have learnt that I am not ungrateful or selfish, but just not the best at showing or hiding my emotions when I need to. Like the time I saw someone without make-up for the first time and screamed and ended up running away (literally) because it was so obvious the reason I screamed, my eyebrows couldn’t hide it . That I am not selfish,but love my company more than any other thing.
I’ve learnt to love myself, I’m a bit of a hairy girl if not for tweezers and hair removal creams, my eyebrows would look like an eagle with its wings spread out. Regardless of people’s complaints and failure to mind their business my long cat whiskers, bush like eyelashes are very beautiful, I love my face, I am happy with my skin and stretch marks that look like the map of africa and play with them when no one is looking.
Don’t get me wrong, I still have insecurities here and there, like my weight which people see to point out, whenever I haven’t seen them for a while, like my mirror isn’t bullying me enough. The worst part is that most of them have stomachs that have become a pile of folded clothes and their bodies struggling to pass through a normal sized door, then they seek to give me advice on ways to lose weight. Did I tell you that I was unhappy with my weight?
I have learnt that the world is happier when you’re unhappy about everything, and celebrates not being confident and timidity, because confidence has been mistaken for pride. Say what you want, but I rebuke mediocrity and self-pity for the rest of my life. I will not be a new tag, that “professionals” use as an excuse to make money, or pump in drugs and new research to cure me of myself.
I have also learnt that some people are always upset, very angry about every single thing, and that is not my business. I have learnt that no matter how much I speak, and try to change their hearts a hardened heart only gets harder till the person decides to let love in. In this “modern” day we live in, some of them have attached tags to their anger, tags I dare not mention for the sake of my sanity. They also want you to be angry with them, about things you honestly do not care about and are angry because you care not to care about these things. You should respect people, regardless of if your views and lifestyle varies from theirs, we do not all have to see eye to eye on some certain issues,and that is okay.
I have learnt to mind my business and shut up sometimes(I talk a lot), and that God is all you ever need, also stay close to your family and have a few friends (not a crowd) ,and that if you truly want to keep a secret, keep it in your head.
I have learnt that no human loves you as much as your mum. Well there are a few mums out there who are a bit crazy or weren’t meant to be mums but society forces it on the women that you are not accomplished till you find a man, and have kids. The wickedness in the name of discipline some parents give, has taught me that not everyone is supposed to be married. It is okay to not want to desire marriage.
I have learnt from my parents, that I should find a man who loves God more than any other thing, because a man who does, would truly understand the meaning of my submission, and that submission does not mean that I am a slave or there to do everything he says, without uttering a word of disapproval, or that I do not have a say in my own marriage. This has taught me not to settle for less, and it’s not that I am being picky, I am just being wise as I do not want to be part of the statistics of failed marriages.
I know I’m going to be great, one of the greatest radicals for good of my time. I have no idea how that would happen but I know that God has greater plans for me than I think for myself.
Most of all I am learning to love, to let go and let God.
I promise to be back next month with something I’ve been working on but haven’t quite gotten around to completing it and of course an update on my life x.