I have plenty of posts that I have written over a few years and understand new readers will experience confusion with the array of content.
Here are some fun facts that might help you understand why I started blogging.
And yes. I am aware of all the typos in my posts. At conception I was yet to gain my tertiary qualification in journalism and many years writing experience I’ve since obtained. I was also blogging at work and didn’t get much time between furious gym members and useless inspirational sales pitches to edit my work. And if I’m being honest, to this day I still don’t edit my posts.
Sometimes not being perfect is in fact perfection.
Moving on, I’m in my thirties, single, childless and lost in my career path. Or at least I was when I began writing. Fast forward a few years and the only difference now is my career path in progress-ish.
I know what I want to do, I’m just struggling to achieve it. I know in my heart I was born to entertain. Considering I can’t sing and I can’t dance, I’ve turned to what I can do – make people laugh. And I can create. Put the two together, throw in a journalism degree and what do you get? A writer.
It’s taken me fifteen years to figure out what I love doing – writing. Despite my lack of presuming-ly life-fulfilling events, I’ve transformed my experiences in the workforce, on the dating scene and around the globe into foundation for much of my creative content.
I have qualifications. But heck, I’ve never known what to do with them. I spent five years at uni in search of something that would satisfy my urge to do what I love.
I wish I had pursued writing many years ago. I was too busy telling myself to be a pragmatist and to pursue a ‘real’ job.
I’ve been a bar manager, travel agent, personal trainer, customer service manager, product demonstrator and journalist.
I thought journalism was the right path for me but I learnt on the job there was no place for integrity.
A series of events including losing my best friend (before you get super teary – it was my 5-year-old bull mastiff x ridgeback, but still…a horrible ordeal) a big fat DUI and a redundancy have led me to where I am now, and I’ve adapted the concept that everything happens for a reason.
I have made bad decisions (a couple of whoppers to be honest) but I have no regrets.
I’ve always been the joker among friends because I turn every occasion to a funny situation that seems to be never ending.
When it comes to writing, all I may have is an idea that will take a couple of sentences. Then while I write, the words keep coming and soon I’ve got an entire article about what started out as a rant on crossfit, ending in an unreliable public transport system.
It’s just the way my mind works.
I’m single, so all I’ve got right now is my career. I love my family and I love the beach but when you haven’t got that special someone it’s really hard to persist in finding happiness in other areas of your life.
Agreed? Of course not. You’re probably in love and running your own business.
I’m not normally this deep, but it’s just some more insight into my blog, for new followers.
I’m always open to questions, suggestions and feedback about my posts so feel free to flick me a comment and I’ll be sure to respond.
Oh, and I’m no longer single. I have a dog.