I’ve tried it in the past. Can’t say it was a success or that I kept at it. But here I go again.
The title of the blog means ‘Try again’ in french and if there’s one thing you should remember about me is that I am addicted to new beginnings.
Not because I’m wired that way, or because I’ve developed and addiction to them after constant exposure to said, new beginnings. Instead because I’m scared of conformity. I’m constantly afraid of missing out, of my comfort zone.
My father has always looked for a challenge in life, it’s what gives life meaning he says and I should follow his advice.
Lately I’ve found my life to be without meaning. You see, there was this big build up this summer until September as I traveled back to Brazil, where I was born, and visited family members and old friends, telling them I would be now changing majors (Illustration to Psychology) and moving to a new city in the South west of England. There was excitement. My stagnant London lifestyle (yes, that is possible) was about to come to an end, I was to find purpose in life again as I braved UCAS and student finance for a third time and readied my suitcases for what would be the move of my life.
Fast forward a couple of months ahead and I’m here now. Although a lot has changed (my surroundings and everybody in them), I find myself realizing that I haven’t. I’m still lazy, my faith in humanity as a whole is still shaky, my enthusiasm for early mornings is still non-existent and the list goes on.
Should it be different? Did I expect everything to change just because I stepped foot somewhere I had never been before? Well yes. Was I wrong? Terribly so. So I have decided to actively induce change. I want to become a better person. I have life and so much to be thankful for, and I guess this is all a very normal process but I need to get on it.
I think documenting will help.