I think I have had a pretty amazing and self-inspiring life so far. At 18 I ran off to Auburn to be a cowgirl. I milked cows and rode horses by the light of the moon. I got some mud on the tires and even rode a bull. Then, I stumbled upon skydiving and the thrill of falling through beautiful blue skies at 120mph and skimming right above the ground under a sexy magenta parachute. I learned to be relaxed in situations that would have most people wetting their pants. I ran around with people that took risks and truly knew the meaning of the phrase “the sky is the limit.” I’ve gotten paid to scoop more poop than the average joe. I’ve collected plants and pulled creeks for darters and explored the ecology of Florida from the Panhandle down to the Keys and back again, all in the name of higher education. I’ve lived in Brooklyn and gone to school in Tribeca. I’ve ridden my bike across the Brooklyn Bridge and through the streets of Manhattan. I studied for a law exam in the New York City Library. I’ve visited the Bronx Zoo. I saw the Colbert Report live and sipped Dos Equis at a nearby bar after. I experienced Wicked on actual Broadway. I learned to sail on the Hudson River, where at times my heading was the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building. My law school graduation ceremony was held at Carnegie Hall, and we stormed the streets afterward.
I tend to be the type of person to follow my whims (to my parents’ chagrin I am sure). One of the hardest things I have ever done was to abandon the prospects of a career as an attorney. Not because it was a hard personal decision, the idea of becoming an attorney became progressively more nauseating as the days went by. I knew deep down practicing law was not for me ,and I have never been the settling down type. I thirst for adventure. My exploits in law left me feeling inadequate and lost. But . . . I went to law school. I HAVE to pursue law . . . right?
Wrong. I was no longer inspiring myself. I enjoyed learning about the law (I only regret the debt I am now in), but I had (still have) visions of living on the road by my bootstraps. For my home to literally exist anywhere. To escape the pressures of my education. To live a life of freedom. Now that was inspiring to me. I threw convention to the wayside (again to my parents’ chagrin) and started exploring ways to cultivate a different lifestyle. Freelancing seemed the key. I began writing more and developing skills in editing.
Today, I am happy to announce that I landed my first freelancing gig. It combines both writing and editing skills. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Things are coming together. Following my inspiration was a risk (how big a risk probably depends on your view of the world and whether I came from your loins), but it was a calculated risk. By pursuing my inspiration and a meaningful life, I have found a lot of happiness.
I hope to inspire others through inspiring myself. I try to live authentically and true to me. I hope that by pursuing a life I find meaningful that I can inspire others to live their own version of a meaningful and inspiring life. I thrive off of meeting people who are in love with their own lives; it inspires me. Don’t be afraid to find inspiration in your own life. You never know who is watching.
“When you are living the best version of yourself, you inspire others to live the best versions of themselves.” —Steve Maraboli