Before I started my blog, I knew only two things. One, I enjoy writing. Two, I wanted to write. I just didn’t know what to write about. I thought about starting a blog, but what content would populate the site though? I’m not a Kardashian; my life is neither that interesting, nor desirous of being publicly shared. What would I have to say every day?! I didn’t know but I knew I really wanted a space to archive my many random thoughts. Storing them in a collective folder on my trusty Macmilliene wasn’t enough because it never encouraged me to write, it just seemed so dry. Talking about my weird ideas with people sometimes just left my friends with a confused (perhaps glazed?) look; possibly because my brain sometimes operates faster than my mouth and so the fervent activity of my grey matter gets lost in translation.

So, for a while, I stopped writing even though I enjoyed it and knew I really wanted to do it. I procrastinated, I lazed, I made excuses, I forgot and so on. But some people wouldn’t let me stop writing. They always asked if I was writing. Most annoying. Can a lady be lazy in peace yo?! My friend Oto, who had always pushed me to write more on an old blog I had and wrote on sporadically, suggested that I just start writing about my daily activities. Nnamdi concurred with his, “Write about anything, JUST. WRITE.”

And so finally, I wrote.

I set up this blog, made it my pretty online space to collect all random thought and collate even more random pictures, quotes, videos and more. I found that the more I wrote, the more topics to write on were generated. Funny thing, it’s the same fundamental concept in anything you do and probably the underlying moral behind the “Practice Makes Perfect” bromide. The more you do something, the more your opportunities to keep doing it widen and eventually, the more expert you become at it.

For me, it was very surprising to find that the more I wrote, the more I wrote about Christian things! That terrified me. I worried, “Who has carefully placed me on this high horse please?! Who gave me, a struggling, baby Christian, the right to talk about Christianity, about the bible, about God?” And then I thought, “…wait, but why ever not” (Ok, not in those words. Lol, who says why EVER not??!).

I realized people talk about EVERYTHING online; natural hair journeys, amateur make up training, there are sex blogs, sites documenting exotic journeys, gap years abroad and much more. They never ask the world for permission or wonder “Why me?” They just do it. But when it comes to talking about God, spreading positivity, beaming our light into a dark world, there is a catch in our spirit, a resounding “Hmmm, I don’t think I’m qualified to speak.” And so I ask, why EVER not!? Lol.

I asked myself those questions…and then continued writing in answer! Lol. I am a growing Christian, like all the other writers, I too am journeying through life; making mistakes, learning, mastering. Devil, doubt, failure, fear, hell, inconvenience, insecurity be damned, I’m going to keep on keeping on! *Does praise dance, beats tambourine and waves white fan*. The best advice I have ever heard on writing was given by Khaled Hoisseini, author of the beautiful book “A Thousand Splendid Suns”. He said, “I always write, for an audience of one.”

All of this has just made me realize something, anything you feel desirous of doing, just start. It seems like in the moment you decide to begin your journey, the entire universe agrees with that first step of faith and many times things begin to fall in place. But we are often too scared to even try and so we fail before we even start. It’s like that story of the woman crying to God, “I have been waiting for you to do something for years!” God responds “I have been waiting for YOU to do something for years!” What are we waiting for? We are the only ones empowered to change our destinies. No one else.

So make like Nike and JUST. DO. IT. You know that in Greek mythology, Nike is the goddess of victory and triumph. Nike is often portrayed erecting a trophy, or, frequently, hovering with outspread wings over the victor in a competition*; for her functions referred to success not only in war but in all other undertakings. Indeed, Nike gradually came to be recognized as a sort of mediator of success between gods and men. At Rome, Nike was called Victoria.

So, I am determined to try and remember Nike…and just do it.

How much braver would I be, if I knew I could not fail?

*See more here: http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/415189/Nike
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