I turned officially 30 yesterday (18th August 2012) at the seaside, where I've always felt I'm meant to be (in)...this project I had been stressing for the longest time, though it didn't work out the way I planned it to be, is still in my mind--like an old memory that just wouldn't go away.
I admit, I was depressed a month before my day, not because of the age, but more because of not being able to put into reality what I thought would have been natural for me to do--that is, to make cute, heartwarming trinkets and decor and be able to live off the ample income it generates, validating these big talks of business-minded people that passion is (enough) key to success.
At some point, maybe with the help of some inspirational stories from an old senior who still keeps me in the loop of of his weekly Thursday emails, I realized and accepted (with grace and humility that I can only hope for) that this project I started, is just that--a start. It's delayed self-culmination doesn't mean the end, it just means it's not yet time.
So at 30 years and 1 day of my life, I am rewriting my story...and resurrecting an old memory that I have treated as a failure earlier and changing it as a boulder of a stepping stone to overcome in my flabby state and get past it with a toned shell of a woman and the dream and confidence of a wild-haired* girl (wild haired because I seldom comb my hair haha)..
All this I realized from a trip away from the material temptations of the city (ie. the mall), and nearer to places close to my heart.
So 30Whims, the name will not change but the outlook will...
See you soon.
I admit, I was depressed a month before my day, not because of the age, but more because of not being able to put into reality what I thought would have been natural for me to do--that is, to make cute, heartwarming trinkets and decor and be able to live off the ample income it generates, validating these big talks of business-minded people that passion is (enough) key to success.
At some point, maybe with the help of some inspirational stories from an old senior who still keeps me in the loop of of his weekly Thursday emails, I realized and accepted (with grace and humility that I can only hope for) that this project I started, is just that--a start. It's delayed self-culmination doesn't mean the end, it just means it's not yet time.
So at 30 years and 1 day of my life, I am rewriting my story...and resurrecting an old memory that I have treated as a failure earlier and changing it as a boulder of a stepping stone to overcome in my flabby state and get past it with a toned shell of a woman and the dream and confidence of a wild-haired* girl (wild haired because I seldom comb my hair haha)..
All this I realized from a trip away from the material temptations of the city (ie. the mall), and nearer to places close to my heart.
So 30Whims, the name will not change but the outlook will...
See you soon.
