I can pretty much describe 2015 as an unexpected quarter-life crisis. I didn’t see it coming and ran slap bang into a wall with ‘WTF are you going to do with your life’ scrawled on it. Apart from two amazing trips to Iceland and New York (which I will finish writing about one day!), I pretty much drifted along for the rest of the year.
I thought I’d just lost focus. Blamed it on laziness and my award winning skills in procrastination. I figured I’d pull myself together at some point and be back to normal. But after months of telling friends about my latest plan: I’m going travelling; I’m going to work abroad; I’m going to start my own business—I realised I have no idea what to do.
I don’t make this statement lightly. Ever since I was younger I’ve always had ideas that I’ve pursued, or tinkered with lots of creative projects. Not always having plans, but usually moving towards something. But in 2015, I’ve come to an unwelcome stand still and struggling to start moving again.
So here’s to 2016. I’m still not sure what it’s going to involve, but may it be full of ups and downs, because flatlining is boring.