I’ve spent a lot of time thinking this weekend about something someone said about my choice in jobs. And thinking about where people tell me I should live, what I should do and who I should be.
I’ve tried moving to a big city that seemed cool and taking jobs that appeared even cooler and you know what? I wasn’t happy. I like living in mid-sized cities and I love the jobs I’ve had where I feel as if the work I’m doing is contributing to the greater good. I could never work in the fashion industry or any other sexy sounding sector. Sure, there are days I’d love to Instagram a behind-the-scenes image at a fashion show or vague-tweet some exciting new start-up I’m involved in to appear really cool to people. But the true is, I’m not cool or exciting and my blog is a small part of my life. I started it because there is a tiny creative part of me who puts pragmatism second, but I’m really just an 87 year old woman trapped in a 28 year old body who prefers a cubicle, structured schedule and financial stability. This blog initially helped give this quiet little introvert a voice, something I desperately needed when I graduated college and now, it’s simply something I do for fun and the occasional free shoe, nothing more.
As for life choices, I need structure and safety. I put these things first in my life because these are not things I had growing up. I will always choose a career path that offers structure, health insurance and job security. These things are exciting to me and if I can get that while being offered a challenge and a chance to help people, I feel like I’ve won the lottery. Moral of the story: do what makes you happy and fits who you are, even if it doesn’t live up to other’s expectations. I learned a lot from reading this Penelope Trunk blog post a while ago, stating, “Do not what you love, do what you are.”
[Sara Sweatshirt c/o Poppy Lux, necklace by Clyde’s Rebirth (the great Merl Kinzie), pants from J Crew, heels c/o Call it Spring, bag by 3.1 Philip Lim, leather jacket by Zara]