Boredone

As I began to pack up my necessary clothing items on the night before moving, it probably hit the most.

Man, change can be scary.

I like where I live, my friends, my comfort zone. It’s something that is difficult to alter, without force. So what was forcing me?

Potential, or more specifically; wasting it.

I speak to a variety of creative individuals in different places, both professionally & locationally, and surround myself with great people with ambitions at home. But what separates those who talk and those who do? Potential exists in both. The rat race of life can sink you faster than anything, it’s slow day to day but routines are formed in months and years. Restraints that shouldn’t exist anymore, such as the commodity of needing to buy a house after securing a job, ‘settling down’ with someone leads to marriage and kids (and you better buy a house). All these things can get you, and grab you easier when you’re in your comfort zone. The pressure to do the attainable is far heavier than the idea to do something more. These things should and will always be reachable when the rest of your life has a groove & timing is right. This is necessity for change, when you reach here.

Properties will come, and love, and children.

They all have restrictions, either financially, stability of environment and family, but what about before that? It’s time to grow myself, before I grow anything else.

I was so bored at times. I would look at my phone hoping to see or receive something interesting. Work was easy, I was able to work creatively within a restraint of someone else’s approval, and get paid. I was really bored some days, and needed a challenge just to see glimpses of what I was capable of doing. Truth be told, many of these things aren’t necessarily changing drastically, but the environment and people I meet- are. That is everything. I’m not bored driving home because I literally have no idea what exists on any of the streets yet. Even getting a coffee is new. So why did I take so long to put myself here?

I was caught up in work, and hoping it would just happen to me, without the idea that it would. Maybe I’d think & speed forward a few years and all the change was just better and awesome. The idea in my mind eliminated ‘the process’, and just showed results. I didn’t proactively think I would be somewhere else, just wanted to. I never did enough about it. It’s easy to realise you’re wasting potential, not just of yourself, but of what else is out there, and I’m barely moving 10 hours down the road. I don’t like to imagine if I did this years ago, where I could be, but instead plan ahead now and enjoy what I’ve been able to thus far. My base is stronger than ever and it’s probably why leaving gets more difficult.

I’ve always had this painful realisation that started when I was about 17. I began trying creative endeavours, and my photography class was so satisfying. I realised I could do anything, and it was rewarding to try and talk about with anyone who would listen, but individually you never complete anything fully because you get distracted by the ability to create something else. Orson Welles said “The enemy of art is the absence of limitations”. Honestly, you can get by with most things without using your full commitment. It’s 90 percent without the extra 10 of ‘no turning back’ or safety net. So I started dabbling in many ideas and never committing to reaching it completely, just visioning how it would happen and feeling like I could, without the risk; researching busy people I admired who did these things. That’s a bored way to live, man.

So if my life was a startup business, my mind was to become the accelerator for reaching my goals, in real time, rather than what I think I’m capable of later. A change of scenery to eliminate one facet of standing still. The extra 10 percent.

Adelaide is home, and I will always love you. This next chapter is Melbourne, and if I grow the way I plan to, it will lead to the next step on the ladder to where my capabilities take me. Knowledge is the only thing you can chase infinitely, but you won’t get far if you look in the same place, so get lost.

C.f