I was going to write a post and publish last week, but you know, other obligations and stuff. And here we are. I don't even know how this blog post is going to go. But I'm just going to start writing.

It's 7:48 AM and I’ve already lost the will to log into two different apps and a bank account. But I’m alive. I’m breathing. And Beyoncé just reminded me on “II Most Wanted” with Miley Cyrus that soft life and outlaws can co-exist. So, should I argue this one?

Lately, the world’s been moving mad. One minute, everyone’s doing the “Espresso” bop like Sabrina Carpenter has cast a Gen Z spell on us, and the next, we’re deep in discourse over whether Kendrick buried Drake or just gave him a lyrical massage with consequences. The TL has been full of all kinds of drama and entertainment. And yet, I can’t even seem to map some time out for my Netflix.

I saw someone post on X, “Adulting is just your phone, your laptop, and your spirit taking turns to overheat.” And I felt that in my marrow. Especially in this Lagos heat that has decided to cosplay as the sun.

But through it all, through generator tantrums, Naira fluctuations, and international beefs between artists I don’t even know personally, I’ve been… here. Showing up. Drinking my water, stretching, and mentally preparing my Grammy speech daily.

TikTok says I should be journaling, meditating, and sipping matcha. Nigeria says I should be resilient, disciplined, and “married before 40.” The UK says I need to queue politely and not complain. And America? America says I should quit my job and start my own companies.

I say I’m doing my best.

This weekend, I just want to vibe. To romanticise the quiet. To achieve. Dance a lot. Laugh a lot. Post a selfie. Send that invoice. Write that chorus. Not overthink my entire existence then fall asleep listening to “Hard Fought Hallelujah” by Brandon Lake. Yes, God is always faithful.

This is your reminder. Just because the world is spinning like a DJ booth at an amapiano rave doesn’t mean you need to. Stay glowing. Stay thriving. Whatever your spirit says today.

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Obed

Let’s face it, Monday always enters the chat like that one uncle who didn’t RSVP but now wants to lead opening prayers. Loud. Early. And slightly disrespectful.

But plot twist, this week, we’re the main characters. And no, not the sidekick in someone else’s story. We’re talking lead role, custom soundtrack, power-walk-in-slow-mo type of vibe. You’re the CEO of your own soft life. You’re not just surviving Monday, you’re owning it. Slow blinks, deep sighs, confident stroll to the kettle. You’re not stressed. You’re strategic.

Look, life’s gonna life. Deadlines, to-do lists, unexpected emails that start with “Just circling back…” 🙃 But here’s the thing, you’ve survived 100% of your worst days so far. That’s a pretty unbeatable track record.

Yes, the to-do list is long. The bank app is showing you pepper. Generator noise might be in the background. But still, you’re doing your best in a world that thinks overworking is a personality type.

So whether you’re sipping overpriced coffee, crying over Excel formulas, or just trying not to throw your phone across the room during a Zoom call, remember, you are not behind. You are not failing. You are literally doing your best in a world that thinks “burnout” is a personality type.

This Monday, let’s romanticise the little wins. Sent one email? You’re a corporate baddie. Made your bed? You’re basically a functioning adult. Breathed deeply before replying to that annoying text? Growth. Iconic. Enlightened.

Repeat after me. I am the plot twist. I am the drama. I am the reason Monday fears me now.