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This year has been great so far; I learnt, unlearnt and relearnt because, I mean, what is life without lessons? First of all, I’d like to say that I started this year with a lot of expectations and very little planned. In fact, as I write this blog, I can’t remember much of what I had planned out this year. That was how unserious I was with planning. But then as the year unfolded, life started presenting itself with so many activities, and sometimes I just jump right into a decision without having the time to plan it through first.

One of these decisions was sacrificing my weekends for learning purposes. I had first discussed this with my best girl, and she seemed to have her reservations with my decisions. According to her, I work too hard on weekdays, and the weekend is the only time I have to unwind and just breathe, so why do I need to sacrifice it? Well, since my mind was already made up, I told her to relax, stating that I had the situation under control, but really I didn’t.

As I progressed with my weekend activities, I saw it take a toll on my mental health, so much so that I found myself becoming unnecessarily stressed and agitated. Soon it started feeling like I was being coerced and still affected my focus and ability to assimilate what had been learnt. While I struggled, I couldn’t just call it quits, as I had already paid a huge sum for the session.

I saw the whole learning process through but at a price because when it was time to utilise all that had been learnt, it felt like time stood still and all had been lost. It was such a disgraceful and bitter experience for me, so much so that as I discussed it with my friend, who had earlier warned me, she reminded me of her warnings and how I had claimed to have everything under control.

Seeing that I was already down, she didn’t kick further. Instead, she pointed out that all hope is not lost, as I have gained an experience to do better next time. Her words of encouragement really gave me the mental boost that I need. So after mourning my losses and licking my wounds, I reached out to some of my friends. Two, actually, and appropriate plans were immediately put in place.