My life’s plan was simple (see here).
Finish high school, get into an Ivy-League, get an MBA, work of Wall Street,
buy loads of properties, be married by 23 (hahahaha what a joke!), have my FOUR
kids by 30, and live in fairytale land with loads of money and the perfect
family. And I got pretty far. I got into Brown University and completed my
degree in Economics. And then my plan COMPLETELY disintegrated. I hated
Economics. The idea of working on Wall Street made me gag and there was no (I
mean NO) potential husband in site. So I moved back to Kenya resolute on
pursuing my passion of acting, and absolutely no plan on how to make that happen.
And guys, those first few years were BRUTAL. I felt like I was floating in
space, not knowing which way was up or down, forward or backwards. I was so
intent on having a plan that without it I stagnated. I just refused to move. So
I took the closest thing to solid ground I could find and pursued it with all
my might; an MA in Acting. And while I thought it would anchor me, it did me
one better; it gave me wings to fly.
The truth is your 20s aren’t meant to be
spent with your feet on the ground. For most of us we are gaining our
independence. At least early on we don’t have the responsibility of taking care
of kids or spouses and some are even luckier to still live at home and not pay
bills. So WHY would you want to live anchored to the ground when you could be flying?
Go after your passion. Take that job in Malaysia. Go back-packing for 6 months.
And most importantly TRY and FAIL and try and fail and try and fail some more.
Because unlike when you have kids to feed and a mortgage, the failing won’t
hurt quite as bad.
Remember that YOU HAVE TIME to figure things
out. And trust me, every year of your
20s you’ll look back and say ‘I love how I thought I had things figured out.
Little did I know what I was about to learn.’ Be excited. Your 20s should be
exciting!
Until Next Time,
The Clueless Blogger
