Marshmallow
and a string of questions
To be honest, the reason why I missed last week wasn’t because I forgot, God forbid that I forget to send a love letter to you, my dearest reader every Sunday (or Monday depending on when it delivers), it was because I was at a fix, trying to find the light in a deep dungeon of darkness.
I think the challenge of having it all together or seeming to have it all together is that when all isn’t together, you feel flustered and if care is not taken, it might spiral to other things.
Anyways, that’s not the reason why I am writing.
I have a simple question and it is that, what do you do when you are stuck? Do you follow the cliche that says a moving man will always meet his luck? Do you whirl away time till light pours into the bleakness, do you seek clarity, guidance or direction from other counsel or do you just…? I don’t know.
What do you do when you are stuck? I need responses.
I spent my week revisiting my hobbies, reading books, reading poetry and performing them and writing about women football. You know, the little things that gives one joy when life isn’t lifing.
A major lesson I learnt from meeting one of my favorite artists is that you see yourself and all that you have done as normal because you did them. In the grand scheme of things, they probably are not.
Either it is showing up at work everyday, leading a project to execution, or creating content on instagram, or producing a documentary, that seemingly routine activity and task is probably a big deal in some other context, to other people.
Don’t trivialize your awesomeness to the extent where everything seems normal to you.
This week, I am fighting for my joy, applying myself to things and applying to things because a moving man will always meet his luck, right?
Now tell me, what do you do when you are feeling stuck?
Happy Sunday, I hope your weeks have been better than mine.
As the habit is.
Things to read:
Lagos Will Be Hard for You- Ayotola Tehingbola.
Travellers- Helon Habila.
Movies to watch:
Outlaw
SCANDAL
Music to listen to
Est-ce que tu m’aimes- GIMS
Toast- Original Koffee.
Happy Sunday, EF!
When I am stuck, I pray. I sleep. And sometimes, I write out my feelings in my journal. And then I keep going about my day hoping to feel better.
Sometimes the feeling goes away quickly, other times, I have to talk to a close friend and receive their counsel. In all, I never let go of the knowledge that my worth is not in how I feel or what I do, but in the identity bestowed upon me by Christ Jesus.
I hope this helps.
Hello, Emmanuel Faith.
It has been a while and I miss reading your long thoughts.