We are a generation of hoarders.
We leave piles of glossy magazines festering in the corner of our rooms, uni assignments (graded with a rather cheeky D-oops) crumpled under our beds and creased photo booth print-outs from people we know longer speak to are jammed between a JoJo album and a copy of our year eight diary, listing our top ten school crushes (admit it, most of them are utterly overweight and undreamy now, right? Sad face).
But the thing we struggle to get rid of the most? It’s the relationships, the friendships and the jobs that no longer make us happy.
We are afraid to leave behind the things that no longer serve us, grow us or make us smile, because we forget to believe in ourselves enough to know that the other side will be ok. WE will be ok. Why is it that we have developed such an unwarranted fear of the unknown? Huh?
We stay in relationships that make us cry and question ourselves, all because we replay the memories. We stay in bitter friendships just because they have become (a mind-bogglingly lame) habit and we stay in jobs because we worry what people will think of us if we leave. What on earth is wrong with us?
And when will we learn that it’s ok to ditch the things dragging us down?
Failure, girls and guys, is what makes us wiser and more successful. Quitting things and admitting its time to move on from something that isn’t working is one of the quickest and most sure-fire ways to actually find happiness. The big sparkly glowy kind of happiness that comes at the end of Disney films. Eeeep.
J.K. Rowling failed when no-one wanted to publish her, Marilyn Monroe was told she’d never make it as a model or an actress, Oprah was told she wasn’t cut out for TV. Hell everyone thought Albert Einstein was mentally handicapped as a child. Truth is, we all have to fail at things in order to succeed.
Two months after I finished uni, I moved to south west London to start a career as an estate agent. Six weeks in and I knew I had to quit, I wanted to be a writer. Sure, people thought I was insane, giving up a graduate job in the recession (although whether we’d really call £16,000 a year in London a graduate job is a different matter). YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING WITH YOUR LIFE, YOU’RE IRRESPONSIBLE, they said.
Fast forward three years, and well, I’m not doing too shabbily.
No-one else can trust your gut the way you can. (Obvs your intuition and not your charming wine paunch….). And no-one can fully understand the decisions you make the way you can.
So if there is something in your life that no longer fills you with passion and no longer adds meaning to your life, then do yourself a favour, and stop hoarding it.
The school planner and JoJo CD can stay, obvs.
Because if there’s one thing I am sure of, it’s that greater things will always be ahead of you.
I’m off for a life spring clean.