My mind is my greatest strength. It is also my prominent weakness.
I have a compulsive personality. IQ tests say I’m gifted. Personality tests reveal I’m rare. I am constantly seeking for logic, order and meaning in things.
The other day, my friend and I went to see a Nollywood movie and she was wondering why I was tighting the story to my chest. That’s just the way I am. I analyse everything. It is a strange thing to have one’s mind turn against you.
Looking for logic and order in a society plagued by inequity and iniquity seems like a fool’s errand. I often come up empty. My stress levels are elevated. In response, I’ve begun to meditate every day.
For a very long time, reading the Bible calmed me. I read it back-to-back, over and over. Hearing God speak provided peace in the midst of chaos. Knowing God was directing my steps provided meaning.
I’m at a point in my life where I’m wondering, “What next?” My usual anchors aren’t working. I feel adrift. Perhaps I’m not used to “waiting on God.” It seems in order not to think the problem to death, I need to distract myself with less meaningful things.
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