Age, is but a number.
I was out of home at 18, living in a lodge in Queenstown, studying toward a Diploma in Hospitality Management.
I was 21, 3 years into a teaching degree, a few primary placements up my sleeve. $50k in debt, flatting in Upper Riccarton.
I was 25, jetsetting my way around the globe, delegating tasks to employees and coordinating my next move.
Most importantly, I was none of these- at least not yet.
I AM however, 19 years old (young?) and thinking back on how different life could have been if I’d taken either-either path. I was taught, and subtly pushed, at school to plan out my first steps following high school grad. You achieve NCEA Level 3 and get UE, then take off on your chosen road. You have multiple University Open Days to attend, and halls to hope you get in to.
On the other side of the fence, you defy all ‘logic’ and take a year off- you travel, you work your ass of or you just… do nothing (?)
I’ve got another option, you kick ass before you’re meant to.
My mission in life, should I choose to accept it (I might, I’m stubborn sometimes though) is to take every single opportunity given to me, whether handed on a platter or worked for. It’s like a vision, except my vision is shit (-2.25 in my left eye, to be exact).
I genuinely applied to study, I actually went so far to get into a select group being considered for a scholarship. And then I found something I loved better.
I didn’t set out to find it, I had 9 months to kill and a passion for making others feel good about themselves- so makeup it was. I enrolled to study makeup artistry full time in a hope to have it as an ‘option’ once I’d graduated.
Long story short (it’s a really long story if you’ve had the misfortune of hearing me ramble…) I’m where I am now.
I’m certainly not where my Year 11 Mathematics teacher would have wanted me, or my very first student teacher at primary for that matter.
But I’m ridiculously in love with what I do, it’s hard, it’s tiring and it’s stressful 80% of the time, but I do what I love, I meet people I connect with and I still get to put my feet up at the end of the day- I’m writing this from my bubble bath.
I guess my point is to do it- defy logic and potentially make a mistake. But take the road less travelled and make something of yourself before anyone expects you to.
Or, don’t. Study hard, graduate smart, travel heaps and then settle down and find your calling in a coffee shop abroad once you’ve fulfilled YOUR dream.
Stop letting other people decipher how much money you should be making at your age (I’m looking at you, Stuff), stop making Pinterest boards about what you’re ‘going’ to do when you get around to it and just DO it.
Ace your degree,
build your empire.