The boundaries between work life, family life and blogging are blurring. Blogging has become all consuming. From being something that I just do when I feel compelled to write, to something that I can’t help but obsess about in every spare moment. I have ideas spilling out of my mind faster than I can blog, and I feel completely inspired and alive. I feel like a creative, and I think I finally understand what it means to be a creative.
I’ve always felt like my career, whilst successful is something that I have been very lucky to fall into and equally lucky to progress in. I am good at my job, but I have learnt to be good at my job. I have had great Managers, colleagues and access to good development opportunities. But whilst I have watched others around me carve out and follow a very clear career path, I’ve always felt deep down that at some point my path would diverge from theirs, like I was just biding my time somehow. Something always felt a little, off. I’ve never quite known what it was. But I’ve always known deep down that I hadn’t quite found what it was that I am good at. I hadn’t quite found my passion.
Until recently blogging has always been something I’ve dabbled in on and off. Life somehow has always found a way of taking over, and I’ve never really been able to completely and fully commit to it. I suppose at the back of my mind I could never quite understand how blogging could ever been more than a hobby or pastime. I could never get my head around doing it full-time. Around the concept of building a life around it, and so it has always been until now, what I’ve thought of as “living the dream”, reserved for the few lucky few that manage to turn into something more.
But something changed recently. Life has shifted the other way, and I find myself pouring more and more of myself into my blog. Because I realised that I may have finally found something that I might be good at, and more importantly something that I love. For too long I have listened to the cynic in me. Thinking that blogging may just be a bit of a fad. That it was just a phase and that once I finished maternity leave and returned to the real world that part of my life would disappear, and for a moment it did. I got sucked back into real life and the world of work, the world of the 9-5 and the never ending quest to find balance. An exhausting, demanding and unforgiving world that takes parents for prisoners every day.
But then stuff happened. Big stuff happened. Work stuff. Family stuff. Serious, real life stuff that put it all into perspective big time. Stuff that took me back to my blog and compelled me to talk, write and share. In adversity I looked for a place of sanctuary and that place was my blog. But I have continued to write and talk and share, and I have continued to find the time and energy for it. Because I have realised that it is not a hobby or a pastime, it is much more than that. It is a love and a passion.
So I find myself in a place where I am asking what next? Where do I go from here? Can I really take this love and passion and make it into something much more? All I know is that I never feel more alive and at my best (besides when I am with my family) than when I am working on my blog. So I owe it to myself to go on this journey, to follow my passion and see where it takes me..
Is blogging or vlogging your passion? Have you been on or taken a similar journey? How did you approach it and what advice would you share with me? I would love to hear from anyone else that feels that same and has had a similar experience!