I feel somewhat stuck in a rut.
I’m in that limbo of wanting to chase dreams but being a little bit too comfortable career wise. There’s nothing too bad that’s pushing me towards it, it’s alright paid and there’s nothing that’s seriously grabbing my attention on the job market. It’s just that limbo of wanting something better but not knowing if the grass is truly greener on the other side.
In short, I need a kick up the arse to take a leap of faith.
My job doesn’t make me an unhappy person. Maybe a bit of a bored person but not unhappy. I have made some of my closest friends in my office, I’ve always had a laugh but there’s no challenge anymore. There’s no buzz. There’s no excitement. It’s the same stuff but on a different day. It’s getting me down and leaving me on a path of wondering that there has to be something more to my little life than this.
It’s difficult. I think I’m realising that being comfortable is just as bad as being unhappy. Comfortable is only suitable for sofas and jeans. Not for life. Life shouldn’t be comfortable. Life should be exciting and thrilling. I suppose it’s the fear; a fear of starting something new, having to make new office friends and asking them what they are having for tea, fear of learning something new.
But without trying to sound like my future mother in law, you only have one life and it’s up to you to carve it and make it something that you’re proud of.
I put myself out there and I’ve recently started as a social media co-ordinator for a charity saving marine wildlife. It’s early days but I’m enjoying it. it’s something different and even a step towards what I’m wanting to do. Let’s be honest, my future was never selling houses. It was always going to be writing orientated and I’d rather save the animals than the people (soz guys). I’m also going to put a lot more effort into my blog. It’s my platform and my space to show off my skills and my internet presence. My photography is gonna step up and I’m going to invest more time into it. I may never be the fashion blogger who can wear eight inch heels and their contour on fleek, but I can show you a cool dog friendly pub, sometimes do a cracking wing eyeliner and make a mean lasagne.
It’s a small step; but it’s something. I’ve easily spent a good few evenings over the past week reading blogs on how (lol cliche here) people made their career dreams come true. My favourite one was this one from Emma’s blog Paper Planes and Caramel Waffles. They’ve all got one thing in common; they took the leap of faith and worked their arses off.
So, as of today I’m swapping my jeggings to the sassy skinny jeans and red lipstick. I’m girl bossing the shit out of the week and also my future.