Terrible Academic, but I Knew I Had Heart

Primary school and high school came and went.

I was absolutely not an academic.

I loved sports though.

I looked forward to P.E. and hanging out with my mates at recess and lunch.

I was alright at English, mostly because I had this insatiable love for reading.

If I was interested in something, I could read all day and night.

But the other subjects?

Completely useless.

Mathematics? I don’t even know my times tables.

I couldn’t wait to get rid of that subject.

I remember one day having this sinking realisation:

I was going to be in serious trouble.

I had no idea what I was good at.

Sure, I loved sports… but I knew I wasn’t going to be a professional athlete.

It just wasn’t my path.

I knew I liked people.

I enjoyed conversations, real ones.

I also loved getting away, being on the move, travelling.

And somewhere deep down, I felt like I had a creative streak, but I couldn’t for the life of me work out what it was.

Eventually… it came.

My path never became clear until I was 23.

And even clearer at 32.

So if you’re sitting there wondering what the hell you’re meant to be doing, Sit with it.

Have patience.

Ask the universe for guidance.

You’ll always get an answer.

Always.