Or at least I feel like I am.
It’s been two months since I quit my corporate job and a month since that great New York adventure. Right now, I’m having fun bumming around and having control over my time but I can’t deny the fact that my funds are slowly depleting. Also, that I’m basing my future decisions on whether or not I land the job I’ve been eyeing since college.
If you’ve taken the time to read the short (?) blurb about me on the sidebar, you’ll know that one of my dreams is to become a travel blogger (or a traveler that blogs… or a blogger that travels, LOL WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE). That’s why I started this blog in the first place. Aside from it pushing me to go out of my way to experience new things, I also read that if you want to be a writer, you have to write. So I guess this is my (somewhat feeble) attempt at that.
In relation to this, yesterday, while I was going through the list of Nuffnang Blog Awardees, I checked out the nominees for Best Travel Blog, clicked yTravel Blog and went through a whole bunch of travel blogs from there. Reading those blogs was inspiring at first. And then it became daunting. And here I am talking about how stuck I feel.
Most of the travel bloggers I checked out went backpacking or whatever only after they had time to establish their careers. Meaning they already had start-up money. And credentials. I don’t. I only have my bachelor’s degree, ten months of work experience, and the dreams I had for myself when I got sick. But then again, I really shouldn’t be comparing myself to others, should I? They have their own life experiences and I have mine. I can’t say that my dreams are premature because at an early age, I got to experience just how short life can be.
I guess I’m just going through a phase. I know what I want, I have devised steps on how to get there. It’s just that I realized, after going through all those travel blogs, that my goals aren’t as long term as I want them to be. I’ve only planned up until three years from now. But I guess that’s good, right? I shouldn’t plan, I should live in the now. I’m not even sure if I’ll be alive tomorrow. Or next week. Or — if you believe modern day seers — the end of 2012.
Right. This is just a phase. I really should follow the advice I read a few weeks ago: