I still get amazed by the way in which we can be transported back into time, just by hearing the faint wisp of a song. There is a small selection of songs that make up the soundtrack to my life so far and whenever I hear one I am back there - old school discos, driving across the desert in Arizona, revising for uni exams. All the key phases in my life are defined by some sort of musical theme song. Each song brings to the surface certain emotions, bubbling up once more. Some reflect a sadness and melancholy, others suggest hope and excitement. And then there are the ones that bring me back to a place of complete and utter ridiculous... they remind me of those "did I really do that?!" moments.
This week, on the wings of Florence and the Machine and Addicted to Love, I travelled back to my early twenties - to walking the 3 miles to work in the early winter sunshine, bouncing along to my iPod and oblivious to the world whizzing past me. I loved that hour of each day. I was new to the world of work and still so full of hope and optimism for the life that spread itself out in front of me. I was invincible.
Today, older and ever-so-slightly, wiser that optimism is still there - albeit a little tarnished round the edges. The problem is I need to figure out what to do with it. 10 years ago I knew what I wanted and exactly how I was going to get there (even if it didn't go as smoothly as I hoped), and get there I did. Now I know what I want but no idea how to achieve it.
So what was my secret then? Well as the song says...
I had focus, I had a vision and above all I had a no-one can stop me attitude. I was told not to move to London, yet I did. I applied myself, I think that is the difference. I had an idea and then I got on with implementing it, it didn't matter what other people thought about it - if I wanted it I went for it and almost always got it.
Well here I am, I have a vision. I am hungry for it. I don't know how to get there but I will.
I.can.do.this.
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