That's so well said about tuning into your intuition and drowning out the voices from the outside. I remember always loving English classes, maybe it was the teacher or the stories or the discussions that followed - it was the only hour of the day I let my hair down and enjoyed every second. I would love to take part in debates and elocution, rote learn speeches, practice them in front of the mirror, cry over not bagging a prize , but just being so involved and committed to the process. Somewhere down the line, I let all of these natural instincts take a backseat and chose to be guided by the herd. It was until very later in life that I realised I still have a thing for reading, writing and literature. I was pursuing an Engineering degree by then, though. Nothing much could be done, a creative field doesn't pay so much and I wasn't prepared to starve for the love of art and words. I have started listening to myself more, I drow out all the *this won't pay you in the long run* BS and go with the flow instead. I am slowly transitioning into job profiles that harness the creative bent of my mind; and believe me I am scared, the shoulder angels pay unsolicited visits and fill me with horror. I am taking it one day at a time. That really helps.
That's so well said about tuning into your intuition and drowning out the voices from the outside. I remember always loving English classes, maybe it was the teacher or the stories or the discussions that followed - it was the only hour of the day I let my hair down and enjoyed every second. I would love to take part in debates and elocution, rote learn speeches, practice them in front of the mirror, cry over not bagging a prize , but just being so involved and committed to the process. Somewhere down the line, I let all of these natural instincts take a backseat and chose to be guided by the herd. It was until very later in life that I realised I still have a thing for reading, writing and literature. I was pursuing an Engineering degree by then, though. Nothing much could be done, a creative field doesn't pay so much and I wasn't prepared to starve for the love of art and words. I have started listening to myself more, I drow out all the *this won't pay you in the long run* BS and go with the flow instead. I am slowly transitioning into job profiles that harness the creative bent of my mind; and believe me I am scared, the shoulder angels pay unsolicited visits and fill me with horror. I am taking it one day at a time. That really helps.