I will never forget one Saturday morning. I woke up that day opened my windows, I stared at the sky, the rays of colour that once reminded me how aesthetic God's creation is.
That same colours suddenly became bleary.
I lived among those whom I felt understood me the most.
I had all sort of things at my beck and call. The places I was familiar with,the smooth routine, the warm environment, the food,the people I love, abruptly felt uneasy.
Then I realized that I have outgrown my comfort zone.
Yes I had whatever I needed, yet I felt stagnant, something in me has stopped working , while my time kept ticking.
The only thing in my head at that point in time was movement. I had no idea how i was going to achieve it, but I needed to move out of my comfort zone.
One thing about me, is that I am a goal getter, whatever thing I I set my mind to do,
I won't relent until is fulfilled, I leave no stone unturned in quest for what I want.
Fortunately for me, I had a lot of extended families in different parts of Nigeria, which I have at least visited some, so I started comparing the cities that I have been to, I also tried to explore the places I have never been to.
Finally I decided to settle with my mum in Lagos, which I thought would have given me the kind of life I was aspiring.
Leaving my comfort wasn't easy at all for me. I walked away from a place that shaped me, people I love and those who understood me.
I took the biggest first step, which was gathering all my available family members for a meeting after the evening meal.
I told them I have been feeling somehow lately, everyone was so curious, they threw all kinds of questions at me, my grandma specifically asked me, if I was about to die that night.
But I told them I was no longer comfortable leaving in the
house, that I want to relocate.
After all said and done, I was permitted to go. I remembered the very statement my grandma made, she said "that someone cannot continue to sleep one sided till dawn". And right there in my mind I was fully ready to change my sleeping position, which was to relocate.
The following month I moved in to Lagos ,that was in the year 2009.
I packed my belongings along side my fears .
On the day I journeyed to Lagos , I learnt a lot of lessons on the road,that my comfort zone could never have thought me.
I arrived surulere Lagos finally.
At first it felt bored, the silence was deafening, I began to miss my home, my estate people, my loved ones especially my old habits and all.
But each time, I had this big puZzle on, can I ever build something from the scratch?
But there is always a force behind moving forward. Even though I wanted to progress, I needed to start somewhere right?.
So I went in search of a job for months, eventually I got a factory job in a food producing company (ok foods) the stress was loud, at a point I started doubting my decision, I reviewed my decision over again, but I persevered, I never gave up.
Every challenge, every mistakes, each risk made me free, sharper and more determined.
Although, I'm still not the best but I do my best.
I don't see loss rather I see growth.
I am not comfortable yet, but I know I will be soon, even in God's new world, though comfort still finds a way to remind me that I need it. I have learnt that finding peace is not all about standing still but is all about trusting yourself enough to continue waxing on.
It's true I abandoned my comfortable place but I'm happy I discovered a stronger version of me, and I'm still pushing hard to conquer my fears and also
Learn to adapt to change so I could reach my happy place.
You know, when I go down my memory lane, I do realize how much I have defeated and achieved,all by myself.
I will say leaving my comfort zone behind was worth it.
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