5 Things I Wish My Mum Told Me About Adulting

Growing up in an African household comes with the challenges of hitting all the milestones of being an adult. By the time you’re 25 you’re required to already be a doctor and when you hit 30, married with 5 kids. This is where I would say, the struggle is real. 

Then you have me the oldest of 4 siblings and I’m still struggling to figure out this thing called adulting. I’m what you would call an abomination in an African family. My parents would deny me with a loud laugh because I’m so far from all the milestones. I don’t believe it’s their fault, but there were certain things my mum should have told me about adulting that probably would have aided me in accomplishing the milestones they so desired.

  • You don’t have to be a doctor, a lawyer or an accountant because your left brain is not big enough. I consider myself right brain, which means I’m drawn to artistic tasks such as, acting, writing and everything in between. Growing up, living artistically has being my passion, but holding my parents desire for my future to heart, the artistic part of me had to die. If only I knew of a path to making a living doing what I was passionate about, I would have pursed it sooner than later.
  • That marriage is an optional package and not a required deal. It is drilled in our head that we have to get married and have kids because if you’re not, people would provide their disqualifying reviews. Yes, I desire marriage, but I don’t want that to define me to the extent that, not being married makes me feel less than or simply, not enough. 
  • Being the oldest doesn’t mean you have to be perfect, because your sisters will still live their best lives regardless. The perfectionist in me finds it hard to accept mistakes because I worry about the tone I’m setting for my sisters. But the truth is, I can’t live my life for someone else. I have to choose to be good for me and when I choose to rebel, I’ll pay the consequences and I alone.
  • Stick with the piano lessons, you could be Alicia Keys before Alicia Keys was. I quit everything, especially when it’s not going the way I want. When piano lessons got hard, I told my mum I didn’t like it and she allowed me to quit. So, I push back on things I’m passionate about when it gets difficult, because I didn’t provide myself the opportunity to learn perseverance. 
  • Middle finger to working for companies that only care about their bottom lines. My parents were missionaries and to me that’s another form of entrepreneurship. They showed me that it was possible to work independently, but they knew it came with its challenges and sought normalcy for me. I strive to work independently one day, allowing me to stay in charge of my destiny in some way. But I fear time is not on my side. 

I’m uncertain if knowing what I know now would have changed my trajectory, but one thing is for sure, I know better, so I’ll do better, and I’ll share better with my children. 

What’s something you wish someone would have told you about adulting? Let me know.

Do You Fail Well?

When the business fails, how do you cope with the uncertainty of not knowing what is next?

With the passion for people and the intention of making people aware that creativity does not mean perfection, embracing the call to start a small paint and wine business is often the biggest challenge anyone could face. Embarking on the journey of starting the business, the courage was strong, and the challenges often seem stronger, but yet resilience prevailed.

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There are statistics that state, it takes five years for a business to see a return on its investment, and most businesses close after one year. Being a risk-taker meant having the audacity to believe that the business would eventually succeed, but the truth was, there were mistakes made that painted the opposite picture. From the beginning of the build-out to the expense of marketing, the capital began on a downward spiral and there was no fixing it. As it spiraled out of control, desperation reared its ugly head, and regret proposed obscurity. With no savior on the horizon, reality materialized the worst nightmare and the realization that the dream business you fought so hard for, would find its way in the box of the one-year demise.

Deciding to close was the hardest decision to arrive at, but it was the only decision because a miracle was unforeseeable. Every day was a crying fest and the feeling of failure began to edge closer and closer. The strength to keep on going began to fade, and all that was left was the belief that all that could be done, had been done and nothing could deflect that truth.

Uncertain of what the future held; it came time to grieve for the purpose-driven business that held so much potential. But the thought of being still at the stop sign of failure seemed to hinder the process of grieving. Will there be a moment to stand still? To allow the sadness of not knowing what’s next to wash over you. Failure becomes the only word that seems to ring true, but yet friends choose to comfort with the words of, it was a learning opportunity, but will you ever believe it?

Desiring to grieve for what was lost, understanding that it’s okay to fail and embracing the feeling of being lost, I resolved to fully grieve with every intention of not dwelling in the despair of failing.