The Digital Age offered a whole new window of discovery and an added trait to my ever-expanding personality. I don’t know what could be more fitting for a 12-year-old than secretly spending her nights HTML-ing roleplay horse farms. You know, back in times when the internet was a thing you paid for in minutes. I blame the phone bills I brought my parents for the friendly reminder that I am currently not a multimillion dollar roleplay horse farm mogul.
Over the years, my exploration of creative fields and self-teaching skills continued to develop. But whether it was writing, drawing, graphic design, web design, or photography, I kept most of my creative output to myself. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t.
What followed was a decade of boring lectures, an ongoing attempt to spark an interest in things I had little passion for, unfailingly pushing on, thanks to a constant sense of duty and obligation. The price: feeling lost, stuck and regretful of the choices I had made. Then, almost instantaneously, things quickly started to take a turn for the better. The more I let go of this idealised version of myself, the more things fell into place. I let go of thinking about what others were doing, what I should be doing. And what else I could be learning.
All of a sudden, the opportunities began to flow. Now, I’m slowly becoming exactly what I never dared to believe I could be. I earn a living in photography and graphic design, thanks to my versatile skill set that I never acknowledged as being advantageous. All because I was never perfect at just one thing.