My English teacher used to say that you should never put a comma before an “and” (clearly she’d never proof read Bob Dylan’s lyrics). So this is my first public act of rebellion.
Earlier this Summer, I took a ten week sabbatical. Having worked for six and a half years and coming to the end of a major project at work, I felt it was time to redress the balance of my life from work:work to work:life, by trying to discover the life I wanted to have.
The only problem though, was trying to define what I wanted. When I started my sabbatical, I was hoping it would answer the questions I hadn’t yet asked of myself. It didn’t. Questions led to more questions.
In an attempt to find my life’s path, I had chakra-opening massages, learned how to “belly breathe”, had “future life” hypnosis, scrubbed myself with Himalayan bath salts (to keep those chakras open), and “om”-ed until the sacred cows came home.
The only thing I tried that felt slightly hopeful, was painting. I have, therefore, decided to become an artist.
I haven’t worked out how, or even in what discipline, but I know I need to be doing something more creative with my life. I’m trying to build my own ladder to the stars and am slowly climbing up each and every rung.
This blog is about my journey.