If you died today, your corporate HR would have your position advertised by the end of the week.
You work every day for a company that sees you as a warm body in a seat. You live from paycheck-to-paycheck, terrified during times of recession that its going to be your name next on the firing list.
From nine to five you become a robot, filling in paperwork, staring at a computer screen, dreaming of getting out of work, taking your shoes off and seeing your family. You wonder what your children are getting up to when you are at work, you wonder what they have learned in the day – but you never know – because you come home after they are in bed.
You dream of travelling to destinations undiscovered. You Google amazing holidays, and places that you would love to go in the 21 days leave you have per year, yet your dreams are dependent on your paycheck.
Dreams always take a back seat.
Isn’t that the adult thing to do? Work a job until the day you retire or die. Work at a job because it gives you security, because all of your friends are doing it, because you will get a pension at the end?
You see the brave, those that have struck out on their own, and developed their own business, and followed their own passion, and you are jealous, but scared to do it yourself. The ‘What If’s’ are too many.
What if you fail?
What if you lose everything?
What if you aren’t as good as you think you are?
What if people think you are silly for following your dreams?
What if you can’t make it?
But, what if you soar?
What if you are happy?
What if you are fulfilled?
What if you wake up every day loving what you are doing?
The scariest thing you can do is take that first step into the unknown and trust yourself. Find your calling, find the root of your happiness, discover your passion.
Surround yourself with the people that matter. Those who are proud of your choice, want you happiness, and will support you in any way they can.
Then congratulate yourself for taking a step into the unknown.
Take that leap of faith.
Believe in yourself.
*Special thanks goes to the Husband – who made this all possible – and who has my back at every turn. (He insisted on the footnote).
© Georgina Ford Photography and http://www.georginafordphotography, 2018.