For a couple years, I have been toying with the idea of starting a blog. Every time I got the urge, I would start a new account, spend some time tweaking the layout and post consistent content. Then the honeymoon phase would end, I would grow uninspired and depressed about the lack of feedback and stop posting. Months later, I would change the URL (to get that ‘fresh start’ feeling) delete the old posts and start from scratch.
Today, I end this cycle.
I have spent most of my adolescence making bold decisions. At the age of six, my best friend and I tied our legs together and sank to the bottom of her family’s swimming pool, desperately wishing to be mermaids. At the age of 19, I moved to South America for two years, I embraced the party/study lifestyle and made some seriously flawed financial decisions. I do believe some people in my life had genuine concern for some of my not-so-successful habits, but when I would discuss my “dreams”, I would feel a little stifled.
“You need to get a real college degree.”
“You will be waiting tables and writing novels.”
“Job security, health insurance, blah blah blah.”
I listened to others when they would smear this fear of instability and conventional paranoia all over me. Don’t get me wrong, these people are successful, responsible and fabulous, but I could never imagine myself in their shoes. I want financial flexibility, but I don’t want the 9-5. Travel is amazing, but I would like to do it without having to attend a mandatory software seminar.
I have always had a knack for the creative. I never fit into a certain college major and I have felt extremely frustrated by the lack of job availability for “Professional Dreamers”. So here I am on this blog, creating my own “way”. I am once again, trying to manifest myself into a mermaid, happily tying rope around my legs, taking a deep breath and diving in.
**MAY THIS POST SERVE AS A PLEDGE TO KICK MY OWN ASS IF I LET THE CYCLE OF BLOG SUICIDE HAPPEN AGAIN**
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