27
You know when you’re growing up certain numbers spring to
mind as milestone ages – 27 was always the one for me.
I don’t know why, but 27 always seemed so ideal – and aspirational.
In truth, it’s a little bit different than imagined (as are most ideals). I’m
feeling older than my younger self – but still young enough to enjoy life a little carefree.
I’m definitely a grown-up – there is no mistaking that. I wasn’t sure exactly what
to expect of adult life, I mean I know the general gist – but when I was
engaged to be married I felt my life was back to front. I was only working
part-time in a local café; I had little going for me at the time (other than my
pending marriage). Which was of course important and most integral to my
happiness.
Something inside of me knew there was more. And, what I experienced
in the first year of marriage was somewhat of a identity crisis. My desire to
pave a path and destiny blossomed overnight. And, my husband stuck by me, even
in the darkest hour.
I think if you believe something possible, then ultimately it
will become 'that tiny bit more' possible. I know the one thing I lacked throughout my early-twenties
was confidence in my ability to succeed. I think it’s important to not only
look, but want for more. At the end of the day, we are only here once. I will
only ever experience 27 once.
Here’s a little secret. When we booked our honeymoon in
2013, ahead of our May wedding the following year – I pinched myself. Because,
I had never ever travelled so far before. It was a dream. As the wedding grew
closer I suddenly had a thought in my mind.
I wanted to FIND out what it was I wanted to be/do. I
genuinely believed that ‘that’ moment would happen. That I would be on a beach
at sunset, and something magical would suddenly happen. I would have a vision of what career I wanted.
It didn’t happen.
I returned home with a new status and name, but my longing
for a fulfilling career was near as much non-existent. I loathed my job at the
time, (I took a full time role in embroidery that following Winter).
Last year was a game changer, I travelled more and starting
building up a portfolio. I was published in Travel3Sixty magazine and then
applied for a job in food marketing. 9 months later, a house move and more
travel later – I’m here. At 27.
The point is, I think I did find exactly what I was looking
for on honeymoon two years ago. I just never realised it...
My fondest
memories of Fiji are discovering the tropical fruits, meeting Simon – the coconut
man who gifted me a coconut from up a tree and trying and discovering guava and papaya for the
first time.
Now, these might seem silly little memories. But, these were
the seeds of what started my undying love and excitement for fruit and my
passion for food.
And, always be thankful to your husband.
♥
Life is tough but I'm glad you seem to be finding your way!
ReplyDeleteMaria xxx
Fiji looks amazing
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