I don’t want this to sound like I am complaining, but I have too many choices. Some people would read this statement and cringe. I can just imagine what they would say.

Cool, so you are in the prime of your life, lucky to be living in one of the most livable cities in the world with a great paying job, supportive family and friends, so much travel behind and ahead of you, you can buy clothes and coffee without thinking twice about money and you are COMPLAINING that you have too many choices when some people don’t even have access to clean drinking water or equal human rights.

And I guess you are right. My current headspace has been formed from the experiences that I have had over the past two years. Lots of change and personal growth, I wouldn’t take anything back because I am so grateful that I am now a better person. Anyways, all of this change has lead me to become introspective and reflective, I have thought long and hard about my purpose in life (if I even have one) and how I can make a difference. Becoming a teacher gave me a purpose and it also showed me how malleable children are and how much I can influence the life of a little person. But I still don’t think this is my only purpose.

I read something the other day (I read A LOT) that really resonated with me and my quarter life crisis (i’ll tell you more about that in another post). It basically said that in our 20’s we have so much choice.

Do I want to get married? Because I COULD just choose anyone and get married if I wanted to.

Do I want to have a baby? Because I COULD do that too.

Do I want to move to the Sunshine Coast? London?.

Stay in my current job?.

Begin studying psychology or speech pathology?.

There are endless possibilities for me right now and it honestly scares the shit out of me and excites me beyond belief at the same time. I feel like this post was a ramble but I am leaving it here because it is a reflection of how I feel right now and I hope it resonates with someone else.