So, it’s round about noon on a cool September day in 2018.
It’s been 3 years since my last post. I’m sitting in a cafe in Maitama, Abuja.
So much has changed, I won’t delve into the details.
Recently started a new job, it’s been a month. It’s scary. It’s supposed to be exciting, but all I feel is fear. I’m incredibly, inexplicably, unbelievably lucky to have the job I do now, but I’m scared.
Somehow I imagined that if I could somehow, by a massive stroke of luck, get to where I am now all would be well with the world; instead I see myself slipping into more uncertainty. Free floating, lacking structure.
I FEEL VERY LOST. What’s worse? I don’t know how to fix it.
Sitting in this café makes me question everything. Am I doing what I want? Am I happy? Even if just a happy rat in this race.
I wish I had more answers. I wish I had found my truly happy place.
I don’t know
