REASON FOR EVERY SEASON

Recently I had complained to Hubby that am tired of my office, tired of my colleagues, tired of work and even tired of living in Naija. Am actually a contract staff in an office many people crave to be in, but i get to be treated as a youth corper sometimes because I had served there…apparently, some of my superiors have a hard time recollecting that I passed out from national service about a year ago, I get to be sent on photocopying and dispatch errands (mtsheeeeew!!!!). Most days, I get back home soooooo tired and worn out that I snooze off on the living room couch like an athlete who ran a decathlon and forget that hubby likes coming home to a well prepared dinner.

Last two weeks, it got so hard that I packed my bags and headed off to the UK for a week to escape what I thought were my troubles…ok, didn’t really escape from the office..cos I got calls and even facebook inboxes from the office for “Buy me green shoes… Buy me this…Buy me that”. I still came back to face my woes.

But over this week, I’ve come to realize that what I called my woes were actually my climbing steps. There is actually something good I can gather from the experience but I am hopeful that tomorrow would be better than today. Things we actually worry about are the small things in life that can easily be ignored. What matters is that you have a vision and the belief/faith that will carry you on to that vision..(at this juncture…am like , preach on preacher!!!..lol), yeah, but I really preach to myself sometimes, I need that good dose of reality medicine to keep me sane and going.

Indeed, there is a reason for every season…just like when I was in a naija university killing my butt to read and pass through law school, I thought my parents were insane for not sending me off to some “aje-butter” American college…hei, but today am so glad I got to see the hard part of life and I learnt how to study in the most un-conducive environment, I can say proudly that I can survive even in the remotest desert.

Situations can either make you stronger or break you, you have a choice, as for me I choose the former. So, I’ve decided not to turn my middle name to depression and take on work and life with a new vigour!