A New Beginning!

I have thought about this phase of my life for a very long time and now that its here I move on with mixed feelings! Like every human I fretted about this next phase and like every human I have jumped over this stage to start worrying about the next:)



I resigned my appointment yesterday and I am heading back to school:) I left school years ago(I feel old) and Im wondering how Im going to cope. But by His grace I will. So I won't be putting up any pictures or posts of the Nigerian landscape as I drive by in the 4X4.(Maybe recycled ones though). Im moving to a whole new world and my next posts will reflect that. Ill probably be posting about the new things and challenges Im facing and the whole new world Ill have to start getting used to!

I hope that you will still visit my blog and leave your comments:) even if you dont want to hear a students story. Thank you I knew you would say you wont forget me.

So to anyone stepping out in a new phase, I wish you all the very best. Step out BOLDLY, CONFIDENTLY and GLADLY. ITS A BRAND NEW BEGINNING.

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  1. SOLOMONSYDELLE10:07 AM

    Best of luck with you brand new beginning!


    NIGERIAN CURIOSITY
    IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I ONLY HAD ONE...

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  2. olaoluwatomi10:24 AM

    Thanks Solomosydelle!

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  3. Anonymous7:01 AM

    wow
    was speechless when i read your post after a while
    that word resigned made me reflect when i did similar thing some 3 months ago
    it wasnt easy but it was worth it
    no regrets friend
    just that i would moss those lovely collection of yours
    but i hope u would have time to write more
    at least its school u are going bact to
    WISH YOU ALL ZA BEST
    kenny olajide

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  4. Amos4:04 AM

    i like the combo "boldly,confidently and gladly".Life is a working progress and it's always nice to get on something new.Here is wishing you all the best.And pls, keep in touch.Omo 9ja no dey fail o!cheers

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