Visualise a Vivid Life - My Aussie Intro to SteemIt

And suddenly, you realize that you're a full fledged fucking grown up...

Your bills are stacked in a threat against your stability ('Okay sure, consider it paid. WHAT! My $700 car rego is due tomorrow too? SHIT'), those credit cards you told yourself you'd never ever have suddenly seem like healthy choices moving forward ('I'm definitely not getting myself into any debt, this is for credit rating purposes only. You know, to buy that house one day that I never really wanted') and the boss that was steadily munching away at your soul decides to throw you out on your ass in a power trip that slips her best friend into your desk instead. Right. What now?

[Insert 17 SnapChat selfies that have the power to literally desolate an entire evening]

No. Life. REAL life. Not mundane, comfortable, 'this isn't so bad, I'll work both jobs until I'm confident to live my true passions' kind of life. But real, exciting, shit-scary 'I'm responsible for myself and now my skills have the opportunity to get the bills paid' kind of life. A much more expressive, experimental and elaborate VIVID life.

My name is Jess and I'm 26 years old. I live in the most beautiful city, in the most beautiful country in the world and have recently had the 'rug' pulled out from under me. I was working as a gym manager 5-days a week and teaching as a yoga instructor before and after work, on weekends and practically in my sleep. I have two degrees in Psychological Science and an education debt the size of a mini van. And to be honest, losing my job (for the first time ever by the way) has been the best thing that ever happened to me. I now find myself wondering 'how the hell did I have time for a job before? My days are so BUSY!'

I would have NEVER left the insidious comforts of my day job to pursue my real passions. I hid behind all kinds of bullshit excuses - 'I don't want to make my passion pay for my life, I just want it to stay a soulful hobbie', or 'I don't think I could survive solely on my yoga income at the moment, maybe when I have more classes', and better yet 'I'm comfortable with this double income right now, I am buying so much great shit!' All rubbish. Self-defeating, self-oppressive, boring rubbish. And the Universe knew it. Something greater than myself knew that I had settled and that I was meant for more. So it stuck it's foot in my back and kicked me off the precipice. Into the world without wings (or so I thought) to fly to my greatness or fall to my sudden death. And I most certainly didn't DIE from sudden joblessness...

So here I am, friend referred, writing a creative piece on my life. Fueled by a messy journal, delicious caffeine and a hangriness for life.

Yes I'm a yogi, yes I swear, and YES I commit to healthy choices I know I will not keep. But here I am on a spiritual journey, living at the speed of life.

Peace out (do people even still say that?)