The past two years have been bananas.
The first year I grew a person.
And the second year I grew as a person.
But not in the way you’d expect.
Becoming a parent is fairly synonymous with becoming immeasurably more selfless, patient and tired than you ever though possible.
That’s pretty much a given (unless you suck a little bit as a human).
For me, the unexpected growth came because I wanted needed something that was just for myself.
ENTER STAGE LEFT: Kate Takes Thirty
From watching Parks and Rec, to writing about it
When I was in my early 20s, binge watching seven seasons of Parks and Recreation over a Christmas holiday wasn’t indulgent, it was frankly impressive.
But when you become a parent, the game doth change, and time becomes the ultimate luxury – both for treasuring moments with your little people (“They grow up so fast!” – everyone, ever), and for treasuring moments with yourself.
What did this look like for me?
Starting a blog.
And one that by it’s very definition, enabled and encouraged me to try lots of different things – like starting improv classes, a public Instagram (@katetakesthirty, get about it) and a podcast – oh, and I ran a half-marathon.
Particularly the bit about putting my face, voice, and writing on the interwebs for people to see and hear and judge, and aggghhhhhhh
But then I remember, WWRHD?
What would Rachel Hollis Do?
She would say:
“You dreams don’t work unless you do.”
“Are you humble enough to suck for as long as it takes to get better?”
“What other people think about you is none of your business.”
And other such inspiring, bad ass things.
So I sucked it up, and went for it.
I’ve even started approaching lifestyle news sites to see if they want a piece of this action to take me on as a contributing writer.
I’ve tried three so far, two have knocked me back, and one is still pending.
But again, WWRHD?
She would keep trying until someone says yes, and remind me of the classic J.K Rowling “never give up” anecdote for authors about how Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was turned down 12 times by publishers before Bloomsbury said yes to the dress.
Or she’d start her own news site, cause she’s a gangster like that.
And dang it, so am I.
Just cause you’re a gangster
It goes without saying – but Rachel Hollis, J.K Rowling and I don’t have the monopoly on bad assery.
You too can be a gangster and go after your dreams whole-heartedly.
It’s hard. Heck, every time I produce something there’s a gnawing thought at the back of my mind telling me it’s probably terrible and no one will want to read/listen to it.
But then I think: Nah, boo. You do you.
People will enjoy it or they won’t. The most important thing is that you enjoy making it.
A. Because life’s miserable if you spend it trying to be someone you’re not, to impress people you don’t even like or know.
And B. Because people are smart, and they can tell when you’re being disingenuous.
Be a gangster.
Believe in yourself. Find what you want to do, and keep doing it.
Like our girl Rach says, you will probably suck at the start. Lord knows my first podcast episode is solidly “ok, and pretty averagely alright”.
But you keep going. You keep grinding. And you keep smiling.
Because sooner or later that commitment and enthusiasm is going to breed growth and opportunity.
Don’t give up now!
The best is yet to come.
If money was no object, what work would you do for free? If you’re not sure what your dream job is, that’s a good question to start with.
Or if you know what your dream is, tell meeee! Feel free to comment below or hit up my DMs on the gram. I love hearing from you guys.