A Change of Pace

I lead on that I’m hell-bent on career building both for myself and for those who wish to engage with me. Sometimes it may be the only thing that matters to me. Though this is a huge driving force that gives me purpose. For most people, the import parts of their life is not their career. As we transition into different seasons of our lives, our motivations change (hopefully progressive).

It’s easy to consider the utility of an intense career. A high quality career may be worth more to you in the long run of your well-being to support sacrificing other opportunities or milestones. In all likelihood you’re going to live until you’re 90 years old and it’s not easy to consider your life across its entire span.

As a teen, my focus was riddled with insecurities, driven by my internal thoughts of inadequacy, so I worked on my talents and skills in sports and arts. As a young adult, my attention turned towards external affirmation sought out through my relationships, so I worked on my sociability and connectivity.

As I enter into my 30s, I recognize what residual youthfulness I have left compared to my teens and twenties. I can understand the surface level importances of mortality in regards to the human condition. As if a call to action, a physiological and phycological responsibility to have a family has crept up from what feels like an instinctual place.

This awakening happened subconsciously shortly after my older sister had her first child. I’ve grown to love and recognize the power of having a strong family bond based on the effects it has had on my development. I experienced so much value from being a part of a family growing up that now I want to build my own. It starts to get lonesome in life if you don’t have a close-knit intimate community. If you don’t have others to hold you accountable. Others to provide security and stability. Others to reflect and grow from.

-Busy Brain