How will I ever know if I can fly, if I don’t take that leap?
So, anyone who knows me well enough knows that I am the absolute epitome of procrastination. The pressure on the morning I have an exam for which I haven’t at all revised, despite being aware of it for months, is the drive that finally makes me get up and do what I need to. I AM lastminute.com. But it works for me…the majority of the time.
At the age of four, up until the age of eleven, I had a completely misinformed and bizarre career plan to be a part-time hairdresser and a part-time accountant. Where this came from? I was infatuated with brushing the blonde hair on my Barbie bust and I liked the idea of working in an institution with ‘loads of moneys.’ Shame! I retired from the hair industry at the tender age of 16. I was sick of hearing ‘but Helen, I’m your friend, can’t you do it for free?’ ‘NO!’ Time is money – you either give me my money or leave me with my time.
After early mathematics entry and a statistics GCSE, I passed and vowed I never wanted to be in another lesson that involved extensive use of numbers again. English has always been my strength, so I’m planning to do a journalism degree and not to pursue any of the career paths that a typical Nigerian parent would want their child to. I am NOT planning to be a doctor, lawyer or engineer!
In this particular case though, my procrastination was driven by forces of completely no relation to laziness. I have wanted to start a blog for a while but wondered; what if people don’t read it? What if people do read it but don’t like my content? I’ve thought this amongst a crazy number of other ‘what ifs?’ I decided to just start it. If we were to think about the ‘what ifs?’ all the time, nobody would ever do anything. So here is my road to journalism success because how will I ever know I if I can fly, if I don’t take that leap?