I ain’t gunna lie friends – most of 2016 has been down right shitty, so awful in fact that the rainbows and unicorns that usually feature in my happy place to constantly remind me of all the amazingness possible in life, seemed to have disappeared.
I found myself alone and so bored with my life that it seemed nothing could bring back the fun. I became unconscious about my life and just going through the paces, and there didn’t seem to be much feeling attached to anything. I feel sad about me writing how it all went down as I was coming to grips with the fact that the wheels had fallen off my life.
The winter of 2016 just about did me in as life stepped down to ground-hog day filled with back to back grey foggy freezing mornings driving to work, and grey sleeting rain or icy winds to drive home in. Everyone around me seemed sick with some sort of flu, or moaning about something that was wrong with their lives. I spent a good chunk of time feeling angry at those who felt it okay to dump their negativity all over me when I was trying REALLY hard to be chipper and survive the dark headspace that seemed to plague me, it was all a vicious cycle, but in truth I guess the people in my world kind of reflected what was going on inside my head.
Next came the weird but oddly comforting and incredibly surreal stage of daydreaming just so I could escape the boredom. If people around me annoyed me, I’d escape into my inner world and simply “be” wherever I wanted to be, invariably that place was a tropical island somewhere far, far, FAR removed from my life in Canberra.
This was the best stage of whatever was going on with me because I could simply flick a switch and go to my warm sunny tropical island whenever I wanted to. I vaguely knew it wasn’t that healthy and probably not the best thing for my relationships and career as a long term hiatus, but it was pretty impressive just how much of my day I was on remote control and going through the motions without anyone noticing.
Escaping to my mythical tropical island was becoming a bit of a habit, so much so, I actually began to entertain the thought of moving away from my hometown of Canberra. With that idea bubbling along at the back of my mind, I began to feel a little bit more alive. The practical planner in me jumped into gear, pro and con lists were written in secret, I brushed up my CV and I started to look seriously at the job market.
And then, there it was – Daydream Island in sunshiny North Queensland, Australia was calling out for an Event Manager, and for one ecstatic moment I didn’t think I could breathe. In an embarrassingly short amount of time I’d sent off my CV. A few hours later I got a call from the recruiter and within a few more days I was signing contracts.
So, the moral of this story is to listen to your heart, because I reckon there is a greater part of us all that is guiding and steering us to follow our dreams.
I mean look at me….. I totally daydreamed my way to Daydream Island!