About three years ago I came to the conclusion that I had to change my life. A long row of arbitrary choices had landed me in a place that held little promise, and I was on a road to an even darker place. A deep imagination can be a wonderful thing, but it can also be a burden; I could see that dark place very clearly.
I did not wake up one day and decide on a whim to sell my flat, get rid of most of my possessions and go backpacking in Asia. It was a decision that crept up on me slowly, an inevitability. More importantly, it was the first decision in my life that was truly my own. I made it despite being told by nearly everyone I know that it was a bad idea. A while after I came back I realised that all my life I had based my choices on what other people thought would make me happy. That decision had been the turning point. It was the most important thing I learned from my trip.
Life did not magically become easier, but my feet were on firmer ground. I know now that my creativity is what defines me. Without it, I am not myself. I know that everything I do must revolve around it or I will be unhappy.
Today I work freelance, giving in-depth critique to aspiring writers. I have a knack for identifying patterns in a story and for constructively describing how they can be improved. And writers tend to find my brutal honesty refreshing.
I truly enjoy my work. I get to help others improve their writing, and I learn so much in the process. By helping others take steps towards their dream, I also help myself move closer to mine.
So here we are, together!