I’m feeling restless. It happens in my life every now and again. I feel bored, I feel uninspired and I just feel like I need to get out.
I see my friends off travelling, having exciting adventures, jumping around in their bikinis on a sandy sunny beach and I long to be them, I long to feel spontaneous enough to just up and leave everything behind for something more exciting.
I feel as creatives, we are always searching for our next adventure, our next story to make, to write and to tell. The only problem is that when these stories do not appear, we become trapped and restless in our own everyday lives.
I’m not saying I don’t appreciate my everyday life, because I do. I have a wonderful loving boyfriend, a loving family and a stable job which makes me happy and I know other people would kill for. Yet every now and again a friend tells me they’ve quit their job and they’ve decided to go travelling and leave it all behind and a small part of me thinks, why can’t that be me?
The reality of the matter is, I don’t have the money. I’d relish in the idea of finding secret hotspots and writing stories to pass the day, but that’s not the reality.
They say everything in life happens for a reason, so what if my life is mapped out in a way that means my adventures are small time. What if the universes plan for me is to settle down and have a normal job and a normal life.
Maybe I’m having somewhat of a “quarter life crisis” as my 24th birthday approaches. I have always been old before my time, the weight of hectic and worrying childhood and teenage years weighing heavy on my shoulders.
My current yearning is to go to Greece. Don’t ask me why, I just see pictures on peoples instagrams and I am drawn to the beautiful white buildings against the backdrops of the deep blue, inviting sea.
I’m writing this today because I know that many of my readers are approaching the end of their university courses this summer and they will be wondering what is next in store for them.
To them I would say if an adventure presents itself to you, take it with both hands and run off into the sunset and never look back. (Except to maybe call your mum and let her know you have enough clean underwear and that you’re safe, they like to worry about things like that)
Until Next Time