It’s been a short period of time since I discovered my interest in writing, and it’s been equally as short a period of time since I discovered that I could grab life by the…erm…horns and I had the power to do what I want in life.
For a while there until I traveled for the first time in 2011 to New Zealand, life was on auto-pilot. I was drowning in un-happiness, buying up all the shiny things I could, working at a job I hated, and scouring dating sites to fill an emptiness that seemed like a bottomless pit. There was no “I’m doing what I love”, just doing what distracted me.
Then I found travel. The story of how that came about will come in time, but nevertheless I discovered something that for the first time since I could remember made my heart freakin’ cry out for.
The “enlightening moment” came to me while I was on a Nakedbus (just a name :P). You would think something so profound might smack me in the face while sitting amongst tall grass swaying in the wind on a cliff-top somewhere.
Nope, it was amongst the snoring people, stale bus smell, and the tacky print seats on a bus ride through New Zealand when the realization came to me that I was finally holding the pen, finally creating my own story.
Inspiration can come from the darnedest places huh?
And it inspired this quote, something I’ve come to live by, and something I wanted to pass in to you.
Are you the author of your own life story? Or are you ready to be the author of your own life story?
“When we are born, our tale begins. The path we choose is the black ink that scratches and swirls across blank leather-bound pages from a golden tipped feather. Never foretold. It follows your will; letters and words form from your hand to create chapters. After the last sentence is scribed, the quill set down, the cover closed, and the book shelved, will you be happy with the story of your life?”
When was it that you realized you had control of your life, and started living the gnarly life you wanted?