Adulthood Is Not a Race, Abeg — What I Wish I Knew at 20

Nobody warned me.

I just woke up one day and realised I was in a silent, invisible competition I didn’t sign up for.

A race.
To get a degree.
Get a job.
Secure the bag.
Be a soft babe.
Find purpose.
Serve God (but aesthetically).
Have clear skin, perfect reels, fit arms, glowing faith, and a thriving business.

All before… what? 25?

Please.

🧠 When Did Life Become a Checklist?

Suddenly, adulthood became a spreadsheet.
People are tracking wins like KPIs.
Comparing pain like badges.
Running marathons with no finish line.

I used to think I was behind.
That everyone else had cracked the code.
That I was the late bloomer. The unserious one. The slow one.

But here’s the truth:

I was never late. I just wasn’t running their race.

😮‍💨 It's Okay If You're Tired

If you’re burnt out at 23…
If you don’t have a 5-year plan…
If your life looks nothing like what 17-year-old you imagined…

You’re not a failure. You’re just living.

Adulting is hard. It’s messy. It’s mundane. And no one really has it figured out.

Everyone is winging it.
Some just have better lighting.

🌱 Pace Over Pressure

I’ve started choosing pace over pressure.
Rest over rush.
Peace over packaging.

Yes, I still want the good things.
But I want them in God's time, not my panic.

Because:

You’re not behind. You’re just on a different lane.
And God is not rushing you.

📖 A Word from Scripture

“The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness. Instead, He is patient with you…”
— 2 Peter 3:9

If God’s not panicking, why are you?

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