Last letter, we spoke about handkerchiefs, acceptance and validations.
This letter let’s talk about making mistakes and respecting oneself.
On Making Mistakes
A truth, a fact and a giving: we are humans. Which is to say we have flaws. Which is to say, perfection is not in us or, of us. Which is to say that mistakes are inevitable, allow yourself to be. Sometimes we warp it all up, we mix up this thing called AI and replace it with self. We want perfect, no errors, no zigzagging of lines, no spills. Should I break the news?
Rest.
Mistakes are not eternal doomed rooms of no mercies. Tomorrow, the sun will come again, and you'll get another go at life.
And even these AI’s, these AI’s, sometimes they make mistakes. Mistakes like telling you the photography studio you have a booked session is in the middle of a bush. Or the restaurant you’re going to with a friend is the stall across the road where this woman tying adire is turning cobs of roasted corn. You’re conscious of your lost-ness and confusion starts to turn your neck up-down-up-down but the AI is crooning “you’ve arrived at your destination”.
Mistake.
So, leave it, take decisions, write imperfect stories, and when you do realise the mistakes (as sometimes we luckily do) find the quickest re-routes.
On Respecting One’s Rules
I learnt quickly as I did with many things last year, disrespecting the rules you set up for yourself robs one of self-importance. This year I learned it robs one of self-confidence too. It starts slowly. ‘I will go to the gym’- you didn’t go the go. Ten times you said it, ten times you slept on your couch. Chip-chip. ‘I will stop overspending’. Ten times you said this, ten times you bought the shoes, the bags, the aircraft and the remaining seven impulse items. Chip-chip.
Every time we break our rules, a little part of our confidence crumbles. Something that we’re still building that haff not reach two blocks, God abeg. Make rules you’d observe. Live in consistency of your values. Respect your passions and curiosities. Follow who you want to follow on socials, listen to your favourite artists, watch your favourite shows, go where you want to, and love yourself like you are the love of your life.
Till my next letter,
Keep Unboxing.💌
Reading:
This article by Austin Kleone titled Have you tried making yourself a more interesting person?It keeps drawing me back and I am constantly intrigued.
This article a friend sent me titled 'How different languages laugh online'. Can you believe the title? I found it incredibly funny and strange.
An article by Caleb Azumah Nelson titled 'Small world, big impact'. I’d follow his thought process anywhere. I really want to get into his head.
Watching:
Breathe of Life. I’m arriving late to the party, I know. And maybe this is the reason my expectations were snipped a little. Anyway, you guys do know the movie was shot partly in my university, right? Right? (squeals in first and best).
Tribe of Judah. Love the theatrics and dialogue but didn’t see the story plot really weaved in, yunno. Again, late to the party but thank you.
The Princess. One of those movies where the main character is giving wonder woman vibes, saving a falling kingdom. So, picture long gowns, sword clashes, soldiers, and the evil man who wants to usurp the throne. Meh. Love the intentions though.
This is so succinct. Disrespecting one's rules really does subtle things to one's self-confidence. Till it gets to the point of "There's no point; I actually can't do this."
I wrote a while ago (maybe in my head) about how following up with one's personal decisions/goals/boundaries is the truest form of self-love.
I'm reminded of this.
Thank you, Temi.❤️