My time in Canada done for now, I have arrived home to the sunny shores of Australia finally and begun the mind numbing process of picking up where I left off, yet again. Catching up with friends, moving house, adjusting to the lingo, applying for travel jobs is all part of the process which I had almost become familiar with now. Leaving and coming back seemed to have been the pattern in my life over the last 6 years and I was now almost used to it.
Almost.
I am, the Frequent Departer.
Now with said travel job secured, rooming back with the parents while rental hunting and most friends sufficiently caught up with over copious amounts of wine, I was already imagining where I would like to pick up and take off to yet again. It was a shame I couldn’t somehow make a career out of this as I was certainly good at it, and have dedicated an enormous amount of time to taking pictures of it, buying better cameras for it, writing about it, and even making videos of it. And of course, writing about it.
As this thought sinks in, I remember what a psychic clearly told me before I last left;
“You will never be happy working under someone else, not until you are your own boss”. This makes sense to me. Question is, how, and what do I do about it? Travel writing has long plagued me as a calling in life, but like everything fun and competitive – it’s a bit of a ‘don’t quit your day job’ kind of thing.
Like actors, artists and singers it is not something you usually become successful at overnight in the financial sense. And those that do experience that type of quick success I hate. Why can’t my novel be picked up like Eat Pray Love and be made into a massively successful major motion picture?
And so I carry these thoughts around with me now daily, wondering how by the age of 30 (which is fast approaching) I can succeed in only working for myself? The new travel mob I have signed up to work for are hiring me as a contractor, which means I need my own ABN (Business Registration Number) so at least that’s something set up to hopefully take with me and use for my own business someday. Question is deciding on what.
In the meantime, it’s back to paying off the credit cards which have stacked up again because of my own, self confessed addiction. Dreams may wait, while reality catches you.