A question I have never known how to answer. People asked you this question when you were 5 years old. They asked you again when you were 16. When you were 18. Probably even now you’re 28. Except now it’s in the form of a job interview, a development plan or a question over your plans for a family. Well guess what, I am 28 and I still don’t bloody well know.
From a career perspective, I just don’t think I could ever pinpoint the ultimate dream. Ya know how some people know they want to be a teacher, or a vet, or a doctor, I never really knew the answer to that question. I kind of just went to uni for the experience, to put off adulting a little bit longer. I love my job, I love the industry I work in, but I can’t tell you what it will look like in 10 years time,. I think I find it difficult because I would bloody LOVE to work for myself. To be my own boss. I don’t know how I am going to achieve that, and how long it might take, but I crave the independence of something creative and original that I love every single second of. Don’t worry ’bout me, I’ll girl boss it someday.
I tell you what I did always know though. I wanted to have my own family. I wanted to be the hostess with the mostest, making yummy roast dinners on a Sunday and holding epic summer BBQ’s. I wanted to have a tribe of friends that got my back no matter what. A family that lols together and cries together. It is these things that mean so much more to me than the title I’m given at work. BTW am I the only person who starts dreaming up a seasonal bucket list each time the colour of the leaves change? “This winter I am going to invite all my friends round for hot chocolate and Christmas movies”… “This summer I am going to hold a summer party that everyone is going to talk about for years”… and then those things never actually happen? I really should start making these things happen!
Anyway, back on point…it’s easy to lose perspective of what really matters. To get stuck on some sort of endless career ladder because you wanna afford that holiday to Santorini. And then something happens to pull the rug out from under your feet and you realise that none of that stuff matters. Yeah it would be great to be some kinda exec with a fat wage packet, but I’d rather go home at the end of the day to people I love, to a life I enjoy. That’s when I realised you need to shift the balance. Get home at a decent time and don’t just sit on the sofa in your PJs (OK sometimes just sit on the sofa in your PJs), but actually use that time to make something great happen. Spend time with friends and family, get that DIY job done, or start that blog you have always wanted. Let’s just say you get home at 5.30pm, and you go to bed at 10.30pm. That’s 25 hours a week to make something amazing happen. Oh yep, and weekend hard.