I’m on the precipice of turning thirty and I’m not flirty nor am I thriving. I am too late of a bloomer – tardy to my coming of age story, but I’m not six feet under. Therefore, I’m making some changes in my life, starting with my job.
I dislike my job more than I like it. Work is dreadful and distressing, and it doesn’t have to be that way. Quitting my job tonight sounds wonderful. The nerves and worries prevent my doing so.
However, I signed up for a video editing course (I know one can learn on their own, but I thrive better when held accountable) and I am counting down the days! I recently took an Adobe Premiere class and fell in love. I’ve torn a page from The Alchemist, and my heart leads the way
Unsurprisingly, said heart led me to a dance studio. Dancing is freedom and presence. Yet, for most of my adult life, I only felt that way after a few drinks. Dance classes have always intrigued me – from bachata t0 hip-hop to funk. In the past, I took sporadically took classes but always stopped for one reason or another. Even when I did attend class, I only thought about “getting it wrong” or “looking silly” that I never had the chance to enjoy myself.
However, last Saturday was different. Those inhibitions stayed at home, giving me permission to get it wrong and to have fun, and I did! The more I let go of control the easier it is.
And taking inventory of my shortcomings has helped.