I havenât blogged or even thought about blogging for years. & simultaneously, I havenât been myself for years. Iâm trying to change that, for both.
Lately, happiness, and therefore purpose, passion & work/job have been on my mind constantly. What is happiness & how does one go about choosing it or attaining it? My brain then moves to career, to purpose & to work or job when this thought enters my head the many times a day it does. I started this blog mainly probably because someone suggested I start it. I constantly get compliments on the way I dress, the way I put clothes and a look together. Even on the days when in my head I am dressing casual and I havenât put much effort in what I am wearing, I will still get a compliment on how amazing I look. (This may be due to my cousinâs teaching of: âYou can never be overdressed.â Wise woman.)Â
Getting dressed & putting a look together is one of the most natural processes for me. It excites me, it makes everything else in the world irrelevant for that one moment when I look in the mirror & give myself that nod and smile of approval. Itâs not labour or work for me. This makes me wonder if this is how careers are born. & if it is, then I am completely in the wrong career.
& on the other side, I love people. I love caring for people. I love caring for people in the most craziest of ways in that I care about your soul, your heart & whether youâre allowing love & goodness into it because you should. This makes me wonder about my love for fashion, for clothes and whether I could completely be consumed by a world that in essence is all about the outside, about appearances, that can sometimes exclude. & then I think about my friend who once told me people like me are necessary in those spaces. & maybe my view of fashion is limited and there is heart & soul in it. Or maybe I can be the one to inject heart & soul in it. Nothing is impossible, right?
I studied accounting and am a consultant in this area that I studied. There has never been any moment of the work that Iâve been doing for the past 5 years that has given me any ounce of joy. Simply put, my mother chose this path for me, or at least instilled the fear in me if I didnât choose this path. I was good at maths & numbers & so I charged on. I use to cry in the shower in the mornings on my way to class. I have the urge to have conversations with my colleagues and bosses about the insignificance and pure utter boredom of the work we do everyday. Itâs not a life and I donât know how Iâve sustained this for nearly a decade. (Scratch that, God has sustained me for nearly a decade.) But as a Bible believing, Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins and all sins and rose again after three days believing and God is Love believing woman, I know God hasnât promised to merely sustain us. Heâs promised us joy & abundance. This may be a cry for help. Iâm naively hoping itâs the start of something. A start of watering the ideas, the visions, the creativity that I have ignored, & completely rejected within me. Because of fear. Itâs time I started rejecting fear instead.Â
Sorry for the long, confusing thinking out loud post. Please bear with me.