Here I am, perched behind my desk, the floor behind me scattered with yoga mats (yes, plural) and empty tea mugs (also plural) and I am so damn content. Borderline happy. Oh stuff it, let’s just go with pretty freaking dandy.
You may remember back in the early days of my blog – who am I kidding, it was barely two months ago – when I spoke about being envious of people who went out and achieved their goals; grabbed them tightly with both hands and did incredible things with them that the rest of us got to read about on social media and sit there quietly sulking, wishing it were us instead.
“But no more!” I cried. “Time for me to do fully sick things!”
And so I did, comrades. So I did.
Ok, I haven’t done anything huge, but that is the point; I’ve just made a few small adjustments and attitude changes, and voila! I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere; finally ticking the boxes.
What’s my big secret you ask? How much does it cost and where can you get some?
Here’s the secret. I cut the crap. I did the one thing I had been putting off doing and like a domino effect, I felt like I could finally start doing everything I’d been putting off because I thought they were too hard, too much work, or I was going to drown in a puddle of failure when nothing really worked out the way it was supposed to.
I now realise nothing is too hard when you put in the work. Nothing is too much work when you’re willing to do it. And nothing determines what ‘supposed to’ is, so you really can’t go wrong either which way you try.
DID I JUST DISCOVER THE MEANING OF LIFE? Well no, not exactly. But this realisation is making my own path in life a little clearer for me. (That pesky gardener obviously found his hedge trimmers.)
So no more ‘maybe some other time’ or ‘one day down the track’; it’s all about now or never get around to it, and I’m all about
that bass right here, right now.
The first goal I ticked off, as you know, was starting this blog, which simply involved pulling together my somewhat disjointed thoughts and jotting them down online. Tick.
And you know that domino effect I mentioned?
An old friend, who is a journalist and Chief of Staff for a collection of online magazines got in contact with me after reading my blog and asked if I’d be interested in contributing, not just one article – but be a guest editor for a whole edition.
A whole edition. Of an online magazine.
And while it’s not paid work, it’s an opportunity to share my writing with a whole new audience I may not have reached otherwise, as well as a chance to work with other brilliant writers I really admire. When I started this blog, I never thought I’d be writing for other people so soon and I really appreciate her getting me on board. Last Saturday morning, I put the final touches for the edition and I was so proud. I am so proud.
And they keep on falling.
A few weeks ago, I was browsing through the latest news from my local library when I saw an ad looking for people interested in forming a writers group. Now Simone last year would have thought “I’m not really a real writer. What if they don’t take me seriously? What if they’re all writing magnificent books and I’m just a mediocre blogger? Nup, nope, nah-uh”. But this new Simone thought “Yes! Writers! I put words together in coherent sentences, that makes me a writer! Let me join these talented people and absorb as much knowledge and constructive criticism as possible!”
So I met with my new writers group, and you know what? They liked me. More importantly, they liked my writing. And the cherry on top? They asked me to teach them about blogging and using social media. Not only do I get to hang out with and learn from these interesting and unique writers, but I get to share with them what I know. And that makes me feel pretty happy about finally stepping outside my box.
Last, but not least?
Call them signs, call them coincidences; either way, I’m listening universe! Talk to me! And I was listening at an awkwardly close distance in a bookshop not long ago (the one that instigated this post in fact) when I glanced up at a shelf and saw a book. This book.
I had not long beforehand been talking about how I want to do my yoga teaching course one day, but I wasn’t experienced enough, flexible enough or strong enough. There are those words again – ‘one day’. What’s wrong with ‘today‘. When I saw this book, I realised I was never going to become a yoga teacher if I only ever talked about it rather than getting off my rear and doing something about it.
I used to also only practice yoga at my weekly class. Yep, once a week. Not really yoga teacher material hey? After committing to a ‘Seven Days of Yoga’ challenge with my beautiful friend Rachael (who talks about all sorts of amazing, be-better-at-life stuff), today is my eighth day straight of practicing at home (because apparently I can’t count). Some days I do 15 minutes, others it’s as much as an hour.
In those eight days, I’ve learned so many new poses, and become more flexible and stronger. Who woulda thunk it hey?
Where am I getting to with all of this?
I have been searching for the perfect job since I left high school; spent many hours dreaming about what I’d be one day. It’s only just hit me, since starting this blog, that I can create my dream job. In fact, I’m doing it right now! I’m writing about what I want, when I want, and although I may not be getting paid for it (yet), at least I’m finally starting somewhere.
When you push your fears of failure aside, step outside of that box and open yourself up to opportunities, they start throwing themselves at you faster than you can catch them (especially if you have as little hand-eye coordination as myself). I feel incredible. I feel motivated to have a crack at anything and everything. I admit, my schedule is much busier than I was prepared for, but it just means I’m more organised, and that’s reflected in all aspects of my day.
As I write this, I’m thinking about a handful of people I know – friends and family members – who are just like I was. Big aspirations to do something different and something they love, but keep putting it off for some reason or another. I’m asking them now to put down those excuses and take one big leap over them.
If you’re not one of those people? Introduce yourself so I can add you to the list! And then jump. We’re all here to catch you, or at least brush you off when you pick yourself up and laugh with you about it before you try and try again.
Taking that leap, even when you fall over, is worth every bruise – trust me. I’ve got plenty and I don’t regret one moment.
In fact I’m looking forward to plenty more.