Ever since I was a little boy, my parents always told me that no dream is too small. It may not always be realistic, but where there is a will there is certainly a way. Pick a dream and go for it, work hard and make sure you get there or forever have regret.
I think that is what has driven me to this stage, sitting here writing this post as I finish my second year at university studying Biochemistry. Did I ever think I would get here, get this far? No way. Compared to my older sibling, I was the one that always had to live up to her. She had the brains, the talent, all the teachers and people at school knew her and always came out with glowing report cards on parents evening. I, however, was certainly not as bright as her but I never let that get in the way and pull me down. The support and encouragement of my parents and my competitive spirits to be as good as my sister if not better, has made me work so hard, more than I would have before.
My blog, I started back in 2013 in my bedroom one afternoon whilst revising. It was created through pure procrastination after having the aspirations to start a blog for a long time, better now then later especially after putting it off after a few years already. Sitting, writing my ramblings into what I thought were suitable posts, not knowing any better. Naive, young, I still carried on… even though nobody read my blog, I never shared it with anyone, apart from my parents who would occasionally read it over my shoulder.
Two years later, I find myself so thankful for that spur in the moment act, because it has grown bigger than I had ever imagined it to be. Being invited and attending PR and press events, doing product reviews, meeting so many amazing bloggers and soon enough organising my very first blogger event. It baffles me.
As a youngster, I was an avid horse fan but I was never allowed to ride, through my parents fear of me getting hurt. I spent my days, crying and begging for a pony in the garden but it was just an unrealistic goal – they even had to get a gardener out to explain to me that it is not possible, that horses needed a lot of space to graze. Did that stop me? For the time being, until I was able to take matters into my own hands. At 16, I was old enough to help out at my local riding school, working my way through being a novice handler up to where I am 5 years later. Having had two amazing horses in the process, becoming a showing enthusiast and even became a paid stable hand over the summer holidays. Now the wait and search goes on for my next horse.
Above are three things that I made happen myself. If you want something that bad, you just have to go out there and get it. There is no point sitting, moping around, dreaming of what could be. What starts off as a project, could become something so great and well known but you never know until you try.
I still have so many dreams and aspirations, but the time is not quite right for them at the moment and have been put on hold until later in life.
It is never too late, you only have one life… so make it the very best you can. Dream big.
