Hiya Prosper! Compliments of the season to you! I’m grateful we made it here today 12th December, are you? I’ve looked forward to this day all week –I mean the time to sit here and simply type my heart out to you. You have become a very vital part of my weekly life you know.
I want to apologize that I kept you hanging (yesterday) Friday. Earlier today, I got a mail from a friend saying “Shalommm, no post yesterday?? What hapun?” As much as I got gingered to stop being lazy and get on here, I felt very elated that there are people who look forward to reading my posts! Awww I thought it was sooo shweet!! Hehe , then the more interesting part is No running away for me.
So!How was your week Prosper? Can you take a minute or two now to pray about the coming week and how you want it to look like. Recall what I shared with you last week, I want to know, is there any experience(s) you’ve had (long ago or recently) that looking back now, you realize that it was a preparation God was taking you through for a greater assignment or vision like I shared last week? Please share with me via comments here or even send me a mail email@example.com . I’d love absolutely love to hear from you!
Today, I’m going to talk about some of the struggles that came with my passion discovery. You people discover their calling or purpose differently. There are those who have an early discovery, then there are the late bloomers, then there are those who need a lot of assistance with discovering what they’re called to do. People say I was an early bloomer, I’m not sure I was, but I think that’s because I had such high expectations of myself. Whatever category you fall into, i realize that a lot of us have to deal with the pressure of convincing our family and friends who have watched us grow, that we’re “finally” passionate about something and that we can turn that passion (no matter how hilarious it might seem) into a means of livelihood and we won’t be broke.
When I told you guys about my background, remember I also said I knew I was never designed for the corporate world, that was probably the only thing I knew for sure about my life at 16. So that certain, next thing I knew was that I was not going to be a commodity provider but a service provider. Why? I had always been a “handy-girl”, loving to create and re-create stuff and simply explore with my mind and hands. So service it was! That was all I was sure of, I didn’t know what exactly, but I had a strong artistic inclination that was sort of fashion/beauty…ish . With some exposure, I discovered makeup artistry and couldn’t wait to be able to explore.
Now as a student, I immediately made resolution to finish school with excellent grades as proof to the people who cared about me that whatever I chose to do as career or business, (significant or not)wouldn’t be as a result of academic frustration, but completely my choice. Anyway, I was glad I didn’t have to deal with any of that till I was done with my first degree. Makeup wasn’t so cool or popular, at least not in the environment I grew up. I didn’t know how much one could make from being a makeup artist, there was no Aunty or Madam who I knew that I could point at and say to my Mum that I wanted to be like . I just did not want her to feel like she had wasted her hard earned money on my school fees. I can’t forget her reaction the first time I
said mentioned it with the corner of my mouth; “ehnn ? God forbid! So you will now throw away your 2;1 and be dressing people up” I didn’t even try to push it a second time. My parents and almost everyone I knew had expected me to become a lawyer (something I had not even the tiniest interest in), then I studied linguistics not even the law they tried to voodoo upon me. That was disappointment numero uno…then I imagined how even more disappointed they would be when they heard I wasn’t even interested in a 9-5 job. I needed to take lessons from someone who had been in my shoes before and how they dealt with it. I would spend days wondering how musicians, comedians and all those “unserious” people managed to break the news of their self-discovery to their family especially their parents.
“You’re joking right??”
The look you give your child when He comes home to tell you he wants to be a policeman after you’ve spent over N10M on his education.
Clueless as I had become, I just took the subtle approach of getting on with life the typical way everyone expected me to – get a job. I got a small job as front desk before going for youth service while still planning and seeking to develop myself in Makeup artistry. Somehow, I didn’t take my mum’s disapproval too seriously; I just felt that when the time was right, it wouldn’t be an issue.
Next Friday, I’ll finish this up on an even more personal level. in other news, My church is moving to a new location tomorrow and I’m as excited as a little girl expecting new clothes. I’m fresh from Shiloh and full of expectations in this new week, exhausted from this past week so I can’t wait. Plus I’m looking forward to Christmas. Have a sweet holiday season as the day approaches. Be kind to one another, and even more, be Prosperous for surely you are!