Monday, 12 September 2016

Beauty School Dropout

Its been nearly one whole year since I last made a blog post. Fancy that! Isn't it funny how time can seem to fly right by you so quick it leaves your head spinning, but at the same time, so much can change that it seems to have dragged on for eternity? Time is one of those things that we can never make sense of - and yet it seems to be something we base our whole lives around.

I was on a tiny boat bouncing its way around the marina of Malta when I decided I wanted to leave university. Its so classic white girl, isn't it? Go to Europe for the first time and have some sort of self discovering epiphany about my life. Like suddenly I have all of the answers because I left Australian soil and learnt how to say 'thanks' in both Italian and Spanish. Wowee.

As silly as it sounds, it really is true. All I needed was some time to truly soak up and enjoy the little pleasures in life to realise what really I had known for a very long time.

Ever since I was 12, I figured I would finish school, go to university, get a Journalism degree and then toodle on over to Sydney where I would live in a sweet apartment, write for Vogue and get married at 28. Easy peasy, right? Well, as it turns out, when you're 12, 13, 14 - hell, even 19 - you actually have no idea where life may take you. I came to realise that I hated university. Hated it! I went from being a straight A high school student who loved learning to feeling like I physically could not drag myself out of bed in the mornings.

The silliest thing? I spent two years lying to myself about how I felt and what I wanted to do. I was at university for the completely wrong reasons - because I felt like I had to be there. Because I felt like getting a degree was something I 'should' be doing, that it was a box in my list of Things I Need To Do To Be Successful that needed to be ticked off. I had this incomprehensible sense of duty toward it - like getting a degree would be what defines me as a successful human being. Like anything without a degree is not a 'real job'.

It took three weeks of me soaking up copious amounts of Vitamin D, drinking every single day, getting lost amongst cathedrals and surrounding myself with positivity to finally realise what I knew all along: A piece of paper does not define who you are. Never do something just because you think you SHOULD be doing it. Your happiness is more important than anyone's expectations. And finally - do what makes you bloody happy.

So, guess who's leaving their tertiary education? This gal right here. Maybe I'll study something later on. For now, I am focusing on doing the things I love. I am lucky to have a fulfilling and fabulous job, some real gems of people in my life and I'm going to start blogging regularly again.

So I guess the point of this post was: stay tuned! And seriously, be happy.

Me reevaluating my existence on a boat in Malta :')

'Till next time,
Kate x

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