Honestly? All I truly want from my life is value.
I mean sure, I dream of owning great things someday: a beautiful home and an adorable Fiat 500 to hurtle around Ireland in, to name but a few. But other than that, value is the only thing on my list of things to conquer, achieve and enjoy. A lifestyle, not a goal.
Day in, day out, I see people getting excited as payday crawls ever closer, getting giddy about their next material conquest, evening of drinks or break away to book. If that’s you, that’s cool; I’m doing this thing lately where I try not to judge others when their decisions or lifestyles don’t align with my own. All I’m saying is that it’s just not for me anymore.
All I truly want these days is to be fully articulate and expressive. To think clearly at all times and really use my brain to its full potential. And to express that to the point that others can understand and relate to my seeming nonsense. That’s the dream.
My day-to-day involves endless content creation, and it has done for quite some time. But I feel like I’m doing myself a disservice by not actively utilizing my full potential. It’s not deliberate, mind you; I think something like this is a learning curve. One that takes time and dedication, effort and practice. There was a time where thinking and writing freely was easy for me. I don’t want to get back to that; I want to be better. I’m not exactly sure how I’m getting to that point just yet, but it’s a unique path that I’m excited to pave for myself.
Some Surprising Inspiration
I’m going to let you in on a little secret… The Supervet inspired this post. No, really! I’ve been sat reading Noel Fitzpatrick’s book, Listening to the Animals: Becoming The Supervet for the past few weeks, and I don’t know… It was articulate, it was conversational, it was easy to read. It’s exactly what I wanted for myself and my writing, and how I want to be going forward, in every respect. What can I say? I was inspired to pick up the pen and just write. Or rather I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, and the anxiety that came with it only went away when the words started flowing across the page. I guess what I’m trying to say is, thanks Noel, I owe you one!