The Change

First off, I want to apologise for my lack of writing. I have wanted to put ‘pen to paper’ (finger to pad…) but I feel like there is a hurricane going on in my head at the moment.

Without sounding silly, the nearer I get to 26 years of age (which is not old, but you are no longer in the ‘early 20s category’) the more I think about all the things I wanted to do before I hit 30…

You don’t realise how time really does fly when you’re having fun, that you even forget about the important things in life. My career for instance: What I did at university is far from what I am doing now. Which isn’t a bad thing, to be honest! When I was a young ‘un, I never knew what I wanted to be when I ‘grew up’. It has changed a MILLION times over and still does, even now. I can’t remember the amount of times I have said “I want to do that!”

I have always been a little bit of a free spirit. Ever since I walked out of my family home in Lincolnshire at 18 years young. Wanting bigger and better, hankering for new and wonderful challenges to face.
I fear change, yet I completely embrace it.
I thrive off mixing things up a bit and throwing myself into different situations knowing that there is only one thing I can do. And that is to just get on with it.

I tend to get the 2 year itch, as I like to call it.
Picture this… I pick myself up, move to the bigger town, to the bigger city. I find a place of work and aim to get as high as I can get. Meeting new and amazing people along the way. I start a new hobby, I read a couple of new books, I cut and dye my hair more times than you can imagine. I get that new piercing because I know it’ll cause some controversy with the mother and all that other crap that keeps you going.

But there is only so much you can do in that chapter.
There are many other towns and cities that you haven’t been to. You need a new challenge. Your friends are also moving on, doing better things for themselves. You get bored of your short hair and you take out them impulsive piercings. Also, that dress is so NOT cool anymore.

So what is the plan of action now then? Is it time to ‘grow up’? Who knows…
Will I eventually learn to enjoy the here and now, of what is right in front of me without having to search for an ultimate happiness? Or will I always crave ‘the change’.

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Do you ever get the itch to move on? Have you had a plan of action for most of your life or do you just go with the flow? Let me know your story!