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You’re never too old to start over.

It’s an expression I have had to tell myself time and time again, and it’s the one that many self-help guru’s and life coaches will insist to be true.

You’re never too old to start over.

The issue is this – you may never be too old to start over, but you could be a plethora of other things.

Things that have slowly crept in to block you BECAUSE you have gotten older, and you’ve experienced more life.

You may be too scared, too tired, too stuck in your ways.

Too reliant on a stable income to go for what you really want in life. Too comfortable in a relationship to jump ship even though it isn’t right for you anymore. Too attached to your life and the lifestyle you’ve created to move cities, away from your comforts.

Where do these thoughts come from?

When you are young – let’s say 17, 18, about to finish high school – you have your whole life ahead of you. You have no idea how much fun you are about to have, but you also have no idea how hard it is going to get.

Being an adult is the greatest thing of all time, but let’s be real, for a lot of us – it’s also a constant battle.

The questions start to creep in daily.

Are you making enough money to pay your bills? Are you spending enough time with your loved ones? Are you exercising enough? Eating right? Are you stretching!? Are you limiting your time on social media, and reading every day so your brain stays active? Are you recycling? Have you done a cold plunge lately – they’re meant to be really good for you?? Have you booked in to get that mole checked? Has your car been serviced this year? When is your rego due?

It becomes a job just to keep up with life, and before you know it, you’re 29, sitting in your apartment, completely unhappy with where you are at, and you realise it’s not your age that’s the issue, it’s everything else.

We become so accustomed to simply getting through each day, that we gradually build up our own personal doubts and blockages, which of course are different for everyone.

The lucky ones – the ones I always admire – are the ones who acknowledge the mundane, and make changes to create excitement, new habits, new challenges and new prospects for themselves.

You can carry on getting by, or you can thrive.

Spoiler alert; I’m an unhappy 29 year old sitting in her apartment.

The difference between me and say – another girl in her late 20’s who may not be super stoked about where she is at in life – is that I am flat out refusing to feel this way much longer.

I’ve been cock-blocking myself from my dream life for years.

I’ve made so many excuses, I’ve made so many mistakes (see also: lessons), I’ve taken the easy way out, taken jobs I didn’t want because I had bills to pay, and you now what? It’s landed me nowhere.

Sure, I’ve travelled a lot. I’ve seen a lot. I’ve gone to great dinners, great weddings, I’ve found true love. I have amazing friends and a great family. I’ve got a roof over my head and for that I am always grateful.

But what I lack is pride and confidence when I look in the mirror – and that’s a bitter pill to swallow.

I would not be able to say that I am proud of myself and where I am at, because I have constantly been trying to make other people proud of me.

In doing this for the last 10 years, I have lost complete sight of who I am, and what I want out of life.

So, here I am at 29, deciding enough is enough.

I know what I want out of life.

Iwant to be a writer. And I want to travel. A lot. I want to post photos and videos of the amazing places I go, and inspire others to get out of their offices and see the world. I want to treat my family and friends to beautiful experiences that become the most special memories.

If I can somehow combine all of these things and call it work – well shit, that’s the dream.

That’s why started this blog. It’s why I started my TikTok, and my new Instagram devoted to travelling.

I wanted to give myself an outlet to explore the things in life that I’ve always loved, but saw more as a joyful experience, rather than something I can make a career out of.

I see people living my dream life – and it’s taken me a really long time to realise that that life could absolutely be mine to. I just have to be ballsy enough to actually do it.

…and work out how to make step in the right direction, of course.

So no – I certainly am not too old to start over. But I’m also no longer too scared, too nervous, too lazy, or too overwhelmed by the prospect of starting again. I am no longer holding myself back.

And I am VERY excited to see what this will mean for 30 year old me.

Love,

Kelly x

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