Some days, adulthood feels like walking into a restaurant, ordering soft life with extra peace and the waiter comes back with stress garnished with surprise bills. And somehow you still tip them because who are you to fight destiny?

The real battle of adulthood is the constant negotiation between who you’re trying to become and the nonsense life keeps throwing at you. You’ll be on your bed thinking about how you want to be a better person and NEPA (people living in Nigeria can relate to this) will take light, your bank will send debit alert and someone will mistakenly annoy you. All in one hour, it’s spiritual nothing anyone can tell me. 

However, beneath the chaos, there’s something beautiful about watching yourself stretch. One month you’re confused, next month you’re confident, another month you’re delulu (in a cute way). It’s all part of the same story.

I think soft life is not the absence of stress, it’s the ability to still hold yourself with grace, laugh at the madness and choose peace even when life is doing anyhow. The soft life I got may not be the one I ordered but I’m seasoning it with joy, boundaries, small chops and selective hearing.

If adulthood won’t be soft, I will be.