Hey Luvs! Well, my life is like a beautiful disaster. I am a twenty-five-year-old female who some people believe has no idea what she’s doing in her life, since I’ve quit my job as Senior Associate, marketing account management for one of the Big Four Accounting firms. So what’s my name you may ask; if you want to be formal you can call me Kari but informally you can call me The Diplomatic Vagrant. I honestly prefer the second one. I was called that recently and I don’t know, it just stuck with me, I guess.
Few people have tried convincing me to go back to what I know; which is the Accounting/Finance field because I’ve studied it and worked in that area most of my young adult life. I must admit, I was pretty good at it. Actually, I was great at it. I made a lot of money and was living a plush life but every day after work, as I walked into my apartment and threw my heels in the corner of the room, I always felt as though something was missing.
I didn’t expect anyone around me to understand because they don’t walk in my shoes. There was a point when I thought that particular field was for me. I thought it was my “dream” job; it looked good on paper, felt sophisticated, and smart. However, after I was diagnosed with a progressive eye disease and my vision started worsening, I had to re-think my choices. I thought I was living the “dream,” because of how everyone viewed me. Then I realized the title and all that bull-shit just wasn’t for me. I found myself during a recent marketing meeting zoning out, whilst the head manager was briefing our team on an upcoming project. It seemed like everything surrounding me began moving in slow motion. I wondered “What the fuck am I doing here.” My chest got tighter by the minute and I felt as though the life was being sucked out of me. I was just existing. A mere mortal. This was never me. I had substance. I had a passion for life. For adventure!
I’ve been longing to exhale! I can no longer live my life to please others. And the thought of “what if I lost my sight and I was unable to get around on my own... What will I do then?” always lingered in my mind. It was time to focus on my happiness. Not that Instagram or Snapchat “happy.” I mean waking up every morning excited about what the universe has in store for me. Seeing life more positively, where nothing can possibly faze me.
Don’t we all deserve that happiness?!
So, I’m finally taking that risk to find my purpose and follow my dream to become a writer. I’ve been writing for years but kept my stories to myself because I thought I was never good enough to become a writer, until now. It’s going to be scary and it may be a struggle. However, ten years from now. I rather look back on life, knowing that I tried to turn my dreams into a reality and found my purpose on earth.
xoxo
