Oh. My. God.
Seriously, 25? I was having mild heart attacks as the date got closer and closer, and yesterday was D-Day.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. Reading about people who have accomplished incredible things (like this guy and this guy) and people who have gone out of their comfort zone and taken the jump to do something to fulfill their own dreams (like this girl and this girl). Call it soul-seaching, if you will. I’m often torn between the life I want to lead and the life I feel I should be leading. This idea that we need to have careers and strive to “do” and “be” something in our work lives to make us whole. Those arched eyebrows I get from people who ask what I “do” or make a choked laugh when I disagree with the fact that I’m behind all of my peers in some rat race to the top.
I’m 25 years old and I don’t own my own furniture or have car payments, I don’t have an office or have my own business card. Instead I share different houses in different cities with people from different parts of the world. I work odd jobs that aren’t building my resume and spend the money I earn at dive bars and on rental cars. I try to work on having less stuff (although sometimes I fail) to leave room for people and places and an open mind.
The thing that all those incredible people I have been reading about have in common and that I admire most is not what they do or did for a job. It’s not how many big companies they had on their resumes or how big their bank balance was. What makes them so interesting and exciting and inspiring is the fact that they went against all of the things that people said they couldn’t or shouldn’t do and they did it anyway. They ran further than anyone thought they could, they traveled for longer than people think one should, they left behind the life they didn’t want for one that they did.
I’m not trying to tell you that what you’re doing is wrong. That’s for you to decide. There is absolutely nothing wrong with whatever you’re doing if that is what makes you happy. All I want to do is to nudge those people who are on the edge of doing something scary, off the cliff. Do it. Go crazy. In addition, I’m trying to work out in words a reminder to myself that I am happy. I love to get up every single day and live this life that I’m leading. I need to stop worrying about what my age means I should be doing and I need to carry on living my life the way that I want to.
So if you take only one thing away from this post: think about doing one thing a day that makes you truly happy. Otherwise, what’s the point?