We Are Liable For Our Own Fate – My Change In Future

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time – Winston S. Churchill.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my future: the next couple of years, how my life is going to pan out, and how I want it to. You may remember that a few months ago, I was adamant I’d be travelling abroad again next year. New Zealand was on the cards. But, now? Now, I’m not sure if I ever want to backpack around a country again. It’s an incredible experience, one that I adored doing last year, but I don’t think I want to do it again. Instead, I think of long holidays – still a month or two, because it’s me and the travel bug will always be in my system – where I could go and then come back. On the other hand, if I moved to a different country and stayed in one place, that would be something I’d think about doing. It seems that some kind of stability is on my mind at the moment; I don’t know where it’s come from, or how long it’s been there. Perhaps it has always been in the back of my mind: a need to have a home of my own, to start the next chapter.

Even more recently, I’ve been toying with the idea of actually setting roots of my own. That terrifies me. I’ve always been the person who never wanted to stick in one place, but the older I get (twenty-six is by no means old, but yano – edging closer to peak family age), the more I want to invest in something a little more concrete. I want to have my own space, my own kitchen, my own everything, and I want to do it myself; to say, I’ve done that. I’ve achieved that.

There is so much pressure from every side. We see posters advertising to have that once in a lifetime experience abroad, whilst we see adverts about buying your first home at a young age and to get it done whilst you’re young. It’s as though society pulls us in every direction. We are the generation who wants it all: the home, the holidays, the weekends drinking cocktails in the afternoon, jetting off in a moments notice. I know I do. I’m not afraid to say it. I also know that I am one of those people who leaves her head too long in the cloud every now and again, and needs a little bit of a reality check. It’s good to dream, and to dream big. If people didn’t dream big, we wouldn’t achieve anything extraordinary.

We have one life. It’s important to live it how we see fit. Something I want to achieve mightn’t even cross somebody else’s mind and vice versa. I know that I am living right now, whereas when I thought of travelling next year, it was all about the goal to get there. My thought process was I won’t do much this year, but I’ll have an epic trip next year. But, I can’t live like that any more. Every day really does count. Every year counts. I don’t want to look back and say I don’t particularly remember what happened that year. Some of my favourite memories are literally sitting in a garden with my friends, drinking crap beer and eating Mexican food, or a BBQ, or having spontaneous nights out. I want more of that in my future.

So, who knows where I’ll be in the next couple of years. I found the quote by Winston Churchill and had to stop to think about it for a second. I can run away with my thoughts about the future. However, if I have a rough – none concrete – plan, that will be enough. I believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe that we are the handlers of our own fate at pivotal moments in our lives. The choices we make for our future are to be made now, but we shouldn’t pressure ourselves into going along one single path, because it almost never turns out to be the one we started on in the first place.

I’ll be telling myself that over and over as I plan my own future.

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What do you think about your future plans? Do they change all the time? Are you as indecisive as I am at some points? Life really is what we make it, and I plan on making mine a great one.

Love, Faye xo

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