It’s been a while since I last scrapped something.
Can you blame me if I can’t stop thinking about destinations at a time I’m under strict compliance to be locked up in my batcave?
Credits: JM Kaleidoscope Elements, LDD Vintage Dreams, HAL Vintage Buttons, NKUBO Cupcake Doodles
Three things that I love doing that I haven’t done in a while: Digital scrapbooking, photography, and traveling. I have been a bit unsure about the three lately, because of the constraints of time and finances, but given all the time and money in the world, I wouldn’t mind doing these the rest of my life. Let me travel the world with my camera as a profession, and I’d die a happy woman.
Is there a job that requires you travel the world, take photos, and scrap? I know there must be that dream job somewhere, but that’s just the problem with dream jobs. No matter how desperate you are to be casted for it, the chances for that particular dream job to like you back and to deem you qualified are grim. Hence, they remain just that — the job of your dreams, in your dreams.
So you sit in your misery, and stalk people like Michelle Coleman who’s living the life you’ve wanted. A young mother and wife taking care of her adorable kids, while keeping a photography studio, and a cute little company she can call her own.
Or Liz Tamanaha who spends her days with her Nikon, taking beautiful photos of her kids, and designing cute little scrapbooking stuff that people buy for all their cuteness.
Designer, photographer, mom, and wife. There goes my dream.
But I’m stuck doing SEO (S-E-whut?), and being a slave to internet marketing, because they pay the bills. And there’s nothing else that my curriculum vitae can handle, except jobs that are related to what I’ve been doing for the past 5 years. SEO, copywriting, social media, SEO and more SEO.
I used to think stepping inside Googleplex, or brushing elbows with Matt Cutts and Rand Fishkin, is like, the ultimate dream. But now, I just want to take pictures. And cook dinner. And write. And raise kids. And maybe travel once in a while.
(Do I sound bitter? Tell me, coz I don’t intend to and I’m not even trying).
I’m not at all bitter about Michelle and Liz’s awesome lives, I’m sorry if I sound that way. As a matter of fact, they inspire me. They make me want to make the first steps into shifting careers, and into chasing new dreams.
I’m 26 years old already but maybe, maybe it’s not yet too late.
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