THE TURNING POINT (2009)

It makes sense to me to kick off this new blog with an old blog. It’s important to me to revisit the beginning often and to remember those feelings. If you want to read more of my personal vintage blogs from before 2010 you can get access to the those by subscribing to my Patreon here. The following year I would quit my job and venture into the unknown:

the turning point. 12/6/09 11:59 AM

This is documentation of one girls dream to do something MORE. That girl is me.

We all have those thoughts about that THING. That one thing we may never do before we die. we write about it and go on brain trips about the "what ifs" in life surrounding that THING. How many of us really take those thoughts and have our way with them? Sure, some of us quit our jobs in search of a variety of things...or maybe, just maybe in search of absolutely nothing at all. just because it feels right.

I'm Steph. I'm 26. In those 26 years I have lived in 1 place...Orange County, CA. I am climbing that corporate ladder right now & have been since I was 20, why? Because it's what we are raised to do. go to school, get a job, take out loans to go to school again, marry a man (if you're a woman), get a better job, have kids and raise them to do the same. Honestly, I skipped out on a majority of those things. Mmmmm...doesn't this sound good...dripping with success, dream job, brand new car, closets full of clothes, a crapload of computer/photography/music equipment, living comfortably, having enough money to spend frivolously, living & working 5 minutes from the beach, working for a big name surf brand...maybe even one day that white picket fence, yeah? Sounds like a pretty dang good life. If you don't know me you'd think I was bragging. Rest assured, I am not. I am blessed to be where I am right now & I know I didn't get here on my own. People might say by leaving this life behind that I take it for granted. I have spent the last 26.5 years doing what I was doing for a reason...to get me right here in this moment. The turning point.

What it really comes down to... I am tired. Tired of spending my time doing pointless tasks that don't help a single person besides myself. And am I really helping myself? With that success comes...long days/nights, ridiculous amounts of stress, being cramped in a bubble, saggy eyes, wearing stiff clothes, no time for cultivating friendships, never leaving the familiar, maybe even seeing the same people everyday, not having time to do things that make my heart happy, working hard to pay the bills just to come home and sleep in the house you pay for...then wake up and do it all over again. FOR YEARS. All for what? TO DIE. We work so hard every single day and we don't get to take any of that with us. what do we leave here when our bodies are buried under a mound of dirt? The memories and love that we shared with others. Have we missed the point? I think yes. Follow me on my journey into the unknown....and share your stories with me too.