Last month, my article was featured on Business Day Sunday. I had done a news feature on Mentally Aware Initiative’s session at the 2018 Social Media Lagos event, and my lecturer sent it out for publication. Seeing my work on the newspaper page came with a surge of thrill. I was beginning to take intentional steps in my new career path, and although I wanted to hold it back in, I went on to share it on Instagram. Earlier this week, my school hosted the head of CNN West Africa’s bureau. I did a presentation which I learnt was impressive. Again, I shared this “little victory”. All was well with my heart until those nagging voices came calling.
I began to wonder if these achievements were phenomenal enough to be talked about; to be shared with my online connections. My age flashed through my mind and I could hear this voice asking if people younger than me hadn’t done loftier things in this field of endeavour. I was almost sinking into the dungeon of self-doubt and despondence when I remembered the Igbo proverb that loosely translates as
“whatever time a man wakes up, that is his morning”.
I have heard people use this expression a thousand and one times, but it suddenly appealed to the emotion I was feeling at the moment.
True, people have done greater things in comparison with mine. No doubt, some started out earlier and have risen to higher levels. However, focusing on these at the detriment of my progress makes absolutely no sense. If it took me this long to start out on this path, then I must pass through the process one day at a time. I must also enjoy the journey irrespective of what time of the day I set out. Because an edifice is a product of consistent laying on of bricks, I should expect to gradually work my way up. I have woken up; I’ll celebrate the milestones as my day rolls by.