WLHQ: Believing in the Impossible
I’ll admit it – I have a pretty cool job. Away from the glitz and the glam, my favorite part came to light on-site at the summer events this year. Young, bubbly music lovers would ask me, “How did you get into your job?”, looking for just the slightest bit of insight as to how they could follow in my footsteps. I chuckle, and imagine myself back in their shoes just three years ago. Then, I smile and tell them, “I was in the right place at the right time.”
I was 19 when I took a full time position at Wanderlust. Over the course of my time here, I’ve worn more hats than I’m guessing you’ve got sitting in your closet. I was in the middle of college at Northeastern University, interning as part of my college program. A desk opened up and my bosses were desperate enough to offer an inexperienced kid the chance to fill the spot. So, I made the decision to take a break from school, move out of Boston and try out the career thing, in the city where I knew I wanted to be.
I never really wanted to do what I do for a living. That doesn’t mean to say that I didn’t have the passion or the drive to work in a job doing what I’m passionate about, music. I just never really thought that deeply into it. I knew two things – I loved music and I loved traveling. At the time, I didn’t have a clear direction to take with my passion or any idea of the possibilities within what I thought I wanted to do. I was 19 – deciding if I wanted chicken or beef in my burrito was the biggest decision of my week.
There I was, not having any idea what I was doing and figuring it out as I went along. I had two people that took a chance on a young duckling and no idea what that actually meant. We had our ups and downs, but we stuck with each other and believed in each other. Through all the struggles, I was able to find out what I’m actually good at and apply it to what I’m passionate about.
My boss sent me this post of his the other day. That lovely intern candidate? Yours truly. I clearly recall feeling somewhat at home and natural in that small, windowless conference room, catching nerf balls and spatting out witty remarks to my future employers (little did they know they’d come to loathe that spicy wit coming from this petite blonde). I also vividly remember the phone call I made immediately after walking out of the office. I called my friend back in Boston and told her my search for an internship was over, as my smile beamed from ear to ear. I wasn’t totally sure what I was excited about, but I knew I had a future between those walls. I read the post at home and reminisced about tiny me, marveling at the me that was in that room and the me I am now. It turns out my boss was right – we had found ourselves a good fit.
I’ve always had a general life policy of letting my heart lead. It’s been a pretty good compass, as I can attribute most of my successes to that policy. My biggest downfall is not always knowing when to let my head intervene. What I’ve come to know in my three years of life lessons is that the magic lies in the balance. It’s not actually about knowing when to do either, or to make a general statement about which you choose to prioritize. The key to finding what you’re looking for is letting your intuition battle it out. Eventually, one voice will be stronger than the other if you just allow them both to speak.
Much of what influences us are decisions are things that we can’t help – our fears, different circumstances, outside opinions. Even though a choice may seem daunting and impossible, it is that way only because we chalk it up to be. In the end, you will only know what’s truly right for you, whether it be the dreamy, risk-involved decision or the more conservative, sensible choice. It’s not a universal decision to choose one path or the other. Allow the situation to present itself and then choose the voice that is the loudest. Let your mind wander and consider the impossible. Not everything needs to make the most sense, as long as a part of you exists that believes in whatever that thing is. Above all else, surprise yourself. Stretch beyond your comfort zone and believe in the things you’re drawn to. Sometimes, your biggest roadblock can be your own self.
I grew up at Wanderlust. I’m now 22, and I don’t live with a single regret. I’m different because of what I chose to do and of what I left behind. I’m confident in who I am and what I’m capable of. More important than anything though, I have no idea what’s next or who I may be in ten years.
At the end of the day, we all have to do what we have to do to make ourselves happy. We can’t always predict where we’ll be, who we’ll know or what we’ll be doing. We can only expect the unexpected and recognize a good thing when it’s in front of us. So, cheers to the lost souls out there, completely clueless with wide-open eyes and a full heart.