Hello and happy Sunday funday. [Blogged while regretting my consumption of ginger tea.] You thought I stopped writing, but unfortunately for you here I am again.
I’m 26. I have no husband. No children. No real obligations or responsibilities apart from keeping myself alive. And I still live at home. What do I do with all my free, youthful time and abundance of wealth? Well, I spend close to ten hours a week in traffic, just under 40 hours in a cube, maybe a good three hours watching TV and at least 35 hours sleeping. And sure, a few social events sprinkled in. But man, when Friday rolls around I am ready to take on the weekend. Errands, laundry, cleaning…and squeezing in an hour or two to do things that truly bring me joy.
Society tells us that our path in life is to go through school, get a degree and enter the workforce. Because if you decide you want to be a yoga instructor, freelance artist or restaurant cook, well what are you even doing with your life. As we all know, good job = money, and money = worth, and worth = purpose? That can’t be right.
Most of us stick to this path because it’s safe. It’s familiar. And we sort of know what to expect. Please don’t tell me you live for your 9:00 to 5:00 routine because you’re lying right to my beautiful face.
Opposite to that, there are those who recognized their talents and passions early on. They started a journey lead by purpose. Not money. Why don’t more of us do that? I know what you’re going to say. So here:
- Everything worth achieving in life is hard work.
- You will not run out of money. And if you do, Kohl’s is hiring.
- Are you dead? Then it’s not too late.
- Why are you even on this earth if you’re not willing to take a risk.
- Do you really want to ask your 80-year-old self why you didn’t at least try?
And if you won’t listen to me, listen to The Onion.
A Fabulous Act 