So much to explore; so little time.

I have never gotten used to my age. I guess it’s because my face tries really hard to conceal it behind its soft, innocent, cannot-kill-an-ant-look. The ‘awww, she’s so cute’ I get from people doesn’t help either. Every birthday hits me with the realisation that I’m getting older; that I am a lot closer to thirty than I thought.

I cover my anxiety with jokes about being forever 23 but deep down I’m not satisfied with where I am. I feel like a tiny speck in a great big universe of imagination and creativity; like in this big vast world of unknown, I’ve only explored an infinitesimal fraction. There’s so much I have not achieved, and time keeps running. Days keep rolling over, and I keep growing with little to no time to explore more of life. With the 9 to 5, Monday to Friday, that is more of a 7 to 7 or 8 and sometimes Saturday. Abeg, where’s the time to explore?

Ah this life is hard! This baby girl just wants to enjoy life. Is that too much to ask?

Exactly how I feel almost every day.

So, today, I’m going to embrace my age and remind myself that the universe is unfolding as it should and being a minuscule part of it means I also have a part to play in the grander unfolding no matter how small my impact is.

Na old I dey old, I no kill pesin. Cheers to my new age.