Why I Finally Started This Blog

Why I Finally Started This Blog

I remember one quiet afternoon many years ago, I went on a Date with Destiny.

I had walked into the old Botanical Garden in Calabar, Cross River State. Once a bustling zoo, it had gradually become a tranquil corridor of trees and time, after the animals were moved elsewhere. That day, I came with a drink in hand and questions in my heart, ready to commune with nature and the parts of me I often ignored.

I’ve always carried an inner compass. A gentle guide that whispers what to do, where to go, and when to wait. And on that day, I was seeking clarity about my life’s central question:
“What is the one thing - that if I did it fully - I would have fulfilled destiny?”

I sat with that question in the stillness of the trees, and I left with an answer, clear as light: I was born to write.

And suddenly, it all made sense. Writing has always been the most natural, most familiar thing. It didn’t matter the format; whether it was journaling my prayers, crafting strategy memos at work, or composing lengthy reflections, I came alive when I wrote.

But life kept moving. And I kept deferring.

Each year brought its own demands — career progress, projects, success. On paper, everything looked right. I had no lack. My steps were ordered. But inwardly, something was always missing. A quiet ache I could no longer silence.
Not for a better job. Not even for a new season. But for obedience to the call I kept postponing.

I began to realize I was like the people God spoke to through Haggai. (Haggai 1:2-9). Building everything else. Neglecting the House of the Lord within me.

This blog, these words, they are my act of obedience.

Not to showcase, not to perform, not to prove anything.
But to build the altar I left in ruins.
To give voice to what God has always whispered in me.
To return.

What This Blog Is — and Isn’t:

It’s not a portfolio.
It’s not a side project.
It’s not a step on a personal brand ladder.

It is a place of language , to say what’s often felt but rarely voiced. It’s where I make sense of the ways I see the world: through faith, through purpose, through growth, through work, and through womanhood.

This blog is a quiet rebellion against performance. It’s an invitation to reflect, to realign, to remember.

I’ll share stories, some that sound like prayers, my posts may trigger questions that wait with you in the dark. And reflections that linger long after the scroll has ended. I don’t know where this path will lead , only that the time has come to walk it.

So whether you’re here by divine accident or a long-followed breadcrumb, I’m honored to have you.

May these words feel like home.
Let’s grow together.

Sary Moonchild.