Did you ever imagine how would you be as adults (when you became adults)?
I did, I used to imagine myself…
I used to have a clear image of my future self : walking through the corridors of an airport, with my carry on luggage on my way to a business meeting in some foreign country…
I guessed I would be a succesful business woman, traveling in first class and making business around the world…
That was my dream and I put all my effort to make it (come true? O quizá to achieve it?), according to my parents’ formula of success: you study, do your best and find a good job to work for the rest of your life. One day, without realizing it, I found myself “achieving” what I thought was my dream: traveling and making business for a big company, seeing my name in memos and meeting business people who needed my advice. Then why was I (so) tired, anxious and sick all the time?
A simple bite of that image of success I had created during my childhood allowed me to realize that (it) wasn’t what I really wanted. I had a good salary (income?), expensive clothes and was able to eat in fancy restaurants. Nevertheless, I was stressed, couldn’t sleep, and was constantly solving problems which solutions would only benefit someone elses goals … and it definitely was not making me happy.
I finally decided I was wrong; that happiness wasn’t meeting my reality and that image of a succesful woman; that I had grown and prepared myself only to understand happiness wasn’t a matter of a multiple zeros check and designer’s clothes. That feeling satisfied represented making my passion for drawing and illustration a reality. Accepting my mistake wasn’t easy. Not after all those years believing in that clear image of what I imagined my life would be. It takes courage to accept to (start all over) again. But if there’s anything I was sure about is that I didn’t want a life like that. So I decided to leave it all behind and follow my dream with the premise of that maybe dreams are just it, and reality is what you create everyday.
I had saved enough money to survive some months and one fine day I quit everything I thought would make me happy. I must confess I had a plan B, since I had been working for few years as a contributor in a microstock site where I was selling vectors, so I was getting some “passive income”, which along with my savings would allow me some “financial freedom” for some time.
Nowadays I’ve understood that, if there’s anyting we can’t afford to ourselves as millenials , is to live with fear. That we have the greatest number of tools and possibilities in history, to build our own way. Different that the one our parents followed and different from the ones they wanted for us. Different, even, from the one we wanted for ourselves. That we can edit, change, and correct the route. We have to go out and demonstrate the world(and ourselves) that we are a generation that values an integral well-being, that we really look for happiness in each of our acts.
So this is how today I start my blog, after a year of experimentation and hard work. After a rediscovery (rediscovering?) of myself. This was a pendant step and I can finally take off the list. Or not, who knows, maybe I’m wrong again. Maybe this new adventure will take me to some other places, with different options and different people. Today I’m not afraid. And it would be an honor if you joined (o mejor “it will be an honor if you join) me to discover the new and infinite options laying ahead of me. To keep discovering myself. In this path that doesn’t lead us to happiness but its happiness itself…
And you, will you begin already?
