We as a generation, have been scared into the idea of saving for a house, getting a well paid job, a degree, being social, eating healthy, finding the one, going to the gym regularly, pursuing your dreams and another 137 things by our next birthday.
I sacrificed myself to this life for a few years, I was super careful with money and made sure to put a good chunk of my wages into savings, my mortgage and I just felt I had nothing to show for it. Why was I being so careful? I wasn’t even planning on buying a house when I started my mortgage scheme. What if something happens to me next week and all this pre-planning was for nothing? Things in my life recently have truly made me realise that life is too short, and we should all be able to take a stab at making our dreams come true.
Lame I know.
But at the age of 24, I don’t feel like I have achieved what I wanted. I know this a common feeling amongst our generation, us millennials *vom*, what with social media shoving successful beautiful humans in our face resulting in us normal beings feeling like a failure.
I’m over it, it’s time I started doing what I intended with my 20’s.
At 18, I wanted to run away from everything and explore the world, seeing the views most of us only get to see in pictures and documenting everything via my blog. It wasn’t until the end of last year that I started to see my life a little more clearly.
At 24, I was well paid, I had a good job sort-of in the direction of what I wanted to do for a career… but I still had this feeling of just running away, catching a one-way flight and finally seeing white sand beaches, temples, mountains…
It wasn’t until I quit my job that I knew what I actually wanted.
I still want to travel, of course. I still want to see everything, literally go anywhere I have never been before. But suddenly it didn’t feel like running away, it felt like the next stage in my life. At 18 I wanted to live out of a backpack and go find myself, when in reality I would have come home with no direction (I would have had hella good insta pics though). I wasn’t in that place anymore. It wasn’t until I actually began to plan my next adventure that I realised that.
I had an amazing job at De Montfort University. I was tasked to create digital content to advertise the Business and Law courses we have/had to offer, I had the opportunity to go to New York for work, help behind the scenes on a TV advert, get great experience on video & photography. In addition to that I had a hilarious team, great pay, a good pension, I was able to walk to work with my love… hmm, maybe I made a mistake?
I kid. (at least I hope)
I decided to pack in all my creature comforts to attempt the unpredictable world that is freelance, terrifying I know. I felt that when I was working full-time, running a netball team, going Spanish class, doing household chores and trying to socialise I never had time to let my brain run free and create art and I was often creatively constipated, make sense? Hopefully I’m motivated enough to actually get some designs printed, get an Etsy store going and get shit done!
I wrote a post a while ago about a few of my favourite illustrators and how I felt so inspired by them, and how I wanted to be just like them. But it’s about time I stop talking about what I want to do and just do it, right? and as for the travelling, I have loads planned this year, mostly looking forward to Canada in May (eeeek!), Mexico at some point, my gal wants to celebrate her bday in Bali and I need to plan a trip to the USA with my love.
So here I am, in 2018, trying to make my dreams come true. I just need to remember that my goals aren’t a race, if I don’t achieve them all in 2018, it doesn’t mean I’ve failed. I’m planning my 20’s and my 20’s are for experimenting, let’s leave the serious stuff to my 30’s… maybe.