I’ve just discovered Pinterest, and oh my goodness what a wonderful time waster that is! I should re-phrase… I’ve KNOWN about Pinterest since it started, I just hadn’t had time to figure it out until I came down with a cold and had time to sit on the computer. For 5 hours straight. Looking at pretty pictures. Serious fun.
Then there’s Twitter. I’ve been dead against Twitter from the start. I’ve joined and quit a couple of times. I just thought it was a bunch of people tweeting about what they had for breakfast that morning and frankly I just don’t give a sh*t. But after careful consideration I decided (during the same “sit in front of computer” cold) to give it another shot. So far I’m still not sure, but I DO think that so long as I have a focus on there it won’t be as much of a time waster as I thought. I want to be a travel writer, and from what I can tell there are a hell of a lot of bloggers and travel writers on Twitter. I’m following a lot of them, and it’s great because they post articles and videos and interesting links. More than anything else it’s inspiring to hear about other peoples travels, especially if they’re making money at it.
On that same note though, it’s so overwhelming seeing just how many travel bloggers, writers and photographers there are out there. Is there room for more? Is there room for me? It’s hard not to get discouraged but I am a tenacious b*tch and at the end of the day believe there is room for more. It’s just finding your niche.
So, what is my niche? Well I think my niche is the fact that I did the same thing as a lot of other blogger/travelers have done. Only I did it maybe a little later than some. Your 40th birthday is a daunting one, and in the couple of years before it I was freaking out a little bit. Technically I guess I’m middle aged. I certainly don’t feel middle aged and hope to live to 100, so HEY- I’m NOT middle aged yet! 50 will be the truly daunting birthday. Yeah!
But back to my niche… I left my boyfriend, my business and my dog and traveled around Europe for 6 months and chose the year I turned 40 to do it. Prior to my trip I thought doing what I wanted to do was impossible. It took 6 months of seeing a counsellor to realize that I could give myself permission to do something to make MYSELF happy. I’d been so focused on being the good girl and doing what I thought I was supposed to do (in my relationships and in my business) that I never really asked myself if it was bringing me any joy.
|Me and some of my besties before the reunion. We needed a couple of drinks beforehand… oh yes we did!|
In 2009 it was my 20 year high school reunion, and that was the straw that broke the camels back. That night was “the moment” when I decided to change my life. As I was sitting there I had all of these thoughts racing through my head. “Do I want the next 20 years to be the same as these past 20?” and” Is this really the life I want?” and “Do I want the same things at 38 as I wanted at 25?” The answers to all of those questions was a resounding NO. I knew if I didn’t do something drastic I would just keep going with my blinders on, doing “the right thing” until I ceased to exist. I couldn’t do it anymore.
|In Turkey with impossibly cute puppy.|
Now I’m an addict. I want more travel. More experiences. More, more, more. But how? I’ve realized that I don’t just want travel to be something I do on top of my life. I want it to be more of an IN my life kind of thing. I’ve been so lucky with how much of the world I’ve already seen, but there’s so much more out there! My list continues to grow, the more destinations I cross off.
My quest will continue on how to make the life I want a reality. All I need is a little time, a dash of luck and more blog readers.
Now off to figure out Stumble Upon!