Investing in myself

This post is overdue... The reason being, I spent this week's 52 Firsts lost in my imagination and reinvigorating the commitment to myself. 

(Bongos are never bad mechanism for self-exploration!)

I know that this type of introduction is usually a segue into some spiritual-type monologue about dreamcatchers and silent hot yoga retreats. But, it wasn't about spas or meditation or fire-walking. Rather, I spent a whole weekend learning and thinking and talking and dreaming....

Then I spent the week working diligently on these dreams. And here I am, finally writing about it. 

The weekend was a workshop about blogging. But really, it was more about taking a seedling of an interest, a project, an ambition, and making it grow.  So although I started out blogging more as a way to capture my 52 Firsts rather than to be a "blogger", the journey has sparked inside me a desire to keep moving forward; to evolve. Maybe I will fail. But maybe too, I will succeed! In the end though, I will have been engaged; enthusiastic about life and the idea that my life's course is still somewhat, unchartered, unwritten, unpredictable.

Coming out of my MBA, I thought the big corporate job would be the main driver and the upmost source of engagement in my life. I honestly have never had that "...dream of one day...", or some passion I have long ignored. So, corporate job..sure. Sounds good.

But, the more I have explored the Firsts around me, the more I have talked to those doing ones of their own, the more inspired I am to take a more courageous leap.

(Little learning break, little photobomb.)

When I started, 52 Firsts had simply been about coloring in my life around some of the less fulfilling and often obligatory realities of grey, everyday living. But by spending time this past weekend assessing my blog and it's purpose, I noted how much energy and time, time above and beyond the 8-10 hours at the office everyday, I was willing and excited to put into a project. Maybe I will be contented to keep it to 52 Firsts; those little weekly pushes to remember to take note of my life and push outside my comfort zone. But what I've realized now, is that maybe I can make a greater life transformation. How cliche. But how fantastic! 

This past weekend I invested in myself. I suppose it's never a waste when, least of all, you're never left wondering "what if"...?