I am writing this post after a long ass day of real estate school. For those of you who follow the blog, you may be thinking, “wait a minute, I thought you were training to pursue your passion of becoming a life coach?” Yes, after expensive seminars and classes to become a life coach, I walked away with a master NLP practitioner certification, a picture with Tony Robbins, and priceless self awareness that made it all worthwhile. When it came down to it, though, I realized that I didn’t want to coach other people. At least I don’t think so. I don’t know.
When I was in high school I dreamed of becoming a copywriter for a big marketing firm, and even interned as one and loved it. When I learned how low of a salary most copywriters earned, the hustler in me decided that I would instead get a Business Degree – and that was mistake number one. I lost my academic scholarship due to several quantitative statistics, accounting and finance classes got the best of me and of course thrived in my communication classes. A prime example of going against the “flow” – but I graduated, and have yet to require my degree even once in life thus far. Getting into nightlife and modeling in NYC was the blessing and the curse that left me with a cushy savings account, but also left me 30 years old and completely unaware of what I want to do with my life…. and I’m realizing that that’s ok.
Obviously I get to do what I love by writing for this blog – but it doesn’t currently pay the bills. Of course I have dreams of publishing a book and becoming this TV personality and everyone will be like, “wow, she’s so successful and smart and frugal”… but the reality is that I need to have an income since I’ve decided to create an exit strategy from modeling to find something I can realistically do for the rest of my life. So here I am in a stuffy room in Miami learning about real estate law and financing. Not exciting. The reason I’m not freaking out about my current state of transition (again) is that I would much rather be here than stuck in a comfortable job that I despise or that is simply unfulfilling. I can’t help but feel that it’s better to keep trying things in life to learn more about yourself and what makes you happy. Ultimately if you never try, you never know – and life is all about taking risks, right?
Maybe I’ll become one of those power brokers and love my job to death (The Frugal Broker?). Maybe I’ll decide to go back to modeling. Or be a life coach… or maybe I’ll discover something completely different (again). I can’t be hard on myself, because at least I’m trying. I’m listening to my gut and trying to find what flows easily – and so should you. Sorry that this was just a babbling post on myself, but I think that we all need a reminder sometimes that we’re never too old to start over. It’s never too late to rediscover yourself and what makes you happy – life is a crazy journey, and if you have faith in yourself and your abilities no matter what you end up wanting to do… you’ll be sure to enjoy the ride.