It’s my birth month guysssss.

On the 23rd of October, I’d be 22 years old. That’s how I got this blog address by the way (1023). Usually, I feel excited about my birthday in the months and weeks preceding the week of the D-day but as the day gets closer, I get super anxious about getting older and nowhere close to where I know God wants me to be (or where I want to be because God no dey tension me. Na me dey tension myself). By the time the day comes, I’d have worried myself to panic. So I’d just half heartedly respond to good wishes as I freak out inside.

This year would be different though. I know it. Yesterday, I was alone in the room and I couldn’t sleep so I kept thinking about random events and experiences in my life. Piece by piece memories formed and from everything that popped into my head, one fact was obvious: I’m not who I used to be neither am I where I used to be.

It doesn’t matter that I still have a million things on my bucket list or huge goals to smash and I’m not even going to compare my 22 year old life to someone else’s. I am where I’m supposed to be. I am where God would have me be. I am not late or slow. I am right on time. A lot of us undermine our growth because we measure progress by tangible things like jobs, money, how expensive one’s gadgets are and what not.

I don’t have money YET. I don’t have a job YET but what I do have is all round development, a stable mental health, a healthy body, a sound mind, my family, beautiful friendships, a better perception of and attitude to life and yesssss, I have GOD. For these things and many more that are not coming to my mind at this time, I am immensely grateful. I’m grateful for the mess, the tears, the hurt, the disappointments and most of all the lessons and who they’ve helped me to be. I’m grateful for myself and I’m using this opportunity to say that I’m insanely proud of what God is doing with, in and through me. I am proud of who I am in him.

My plan for my birthday is to receive plenty gifts and no, I do not have a wishlist. I want whatever your heart chooses to gift me (feel free to blow my mind. Be creative).

Aside: I left the room ‘cause I was attacked by two wall geckos (never mind that they were just hanging around walls as usual, I still choose to see their presence as an attack). So now, I’m outside watching the sunrise while listening to Theophilus Sunday’s I belong to you and this comes to mind: it’s not what happens that really matters, it’s what you make of it. I keep talking about the importance of storytelling. We’re surrounded by such beautiful phenomenons. We just have to be lighthearted enough to see them.

When I look back on this day, I won’t remember it as the day I sat outside the room on a keg for almost three hours because I didn’t want to co-habit with intrusive wall geckos, I’d remember it as the first day I saw the sunrise and the day I determined to have wonderful birthdays all the years of my life because I deserve it.

My Daddy upstairs wants me to have a little picnic. You know, just food, games, gists, music and worship. There’s also the plan to celebrate with the children at the special education school in the special education department of UI. Maybe ask for what they need or just go with food and all that cute stuff. I’m still indecisive. Me and my Daddy will discuss further. Whichever way it goes, I have no doubt that it’s going to be my best birthday ever and the new year, my best year yet (I’m eggzitid gaizzzzz).

So guys, HAPPY OCTOBER. It’s my month of magnificent surprises (birthday gifts). Now, let’s raise a toast.

Me: to October.

You guys: to October.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

P.S: ta da!!!! Sunrise = new day = new beginning (oh! How I love new things). Today is a good day to chop life (literally). By life I mean food by the way (winks).