Every single day is full of choices. Should I wear this outfit, or this one? What should I cook for dinner tonight? Who should I call about this issue? What do I want to watch on TV? We make them spontaneously, unconsciously, sometimes even carelessly. These small and seemingly insignificant decisions make up our day-to-day lives and yet, on so many occasions, we barely even give them a second thought.
But some choices take more time. More thinking. More preparation. It’s these big, potentially life-changing decisions that can feel quite scary at first, particularly if it’s one you must make on your own. But you know what’s even scarier than standing face-to-face with the Burj Khalifa of life decisions? Never being bold or brave enough to take the leap at all.
In September 2017, I had just turned 21. I was leaving university with a First Class Honours degree in Journalism, saying goodbye to friends I’d seen almost every day for three years, and starting to make an attempt at piecing together the jigsaw puzzle that was the start of my career.
I was ready, confident, happy, hard-working, strong, but alongside this I was mentally preparing myself for the biggest step of my life – the result of one of those types of choices.
I’d accepted a job I thought I could have only dreamed of at my age and at this exact point in my so-far short career. I felt lucky to have been selected, honoured that someone had taken a chance on me, and elated that the constant hard work had paid off, and my dreams were starting to come true.
The catch? The job was on a tiny island 361 miles from home, which I knew nothing about and where I had no one. I had never even visited Jersey, Channel Islands, before I touched down at the airport on a stormy September day – my life packed into just four suitcases. I’m not scared to admit that I cried for the whole of the hour-long flight.
My parents hearts were clearly breaking as they waved goodbye to their daughter, suddenly seeming so small; putting on a brave face, yet undoubtedly terrified. I had no idea what to expect…
Three months on, I cannot believe how that, and everything else, has changed. I love this place. I love the friends I’ve made. I love the opportunities I’ve been given, the places I’ve seen, and the new life I’ve adopted. It’s incredible.
My job is everything I’d hoped for and more – I have learnt so much, worked with and been guided by some incredible colleagues, and laughed every single day. My friends are the best – we have so much fun together, and support each other unconditionally. And how can I possibly put Jersey into just a sentence? It’s beautiful, it’s different, it’s home.
What’s also special to me is that I’ve been able to hold tightly onto the other love of my life – dancing – by joining a local school, which is honestly one of the best I’ve ever attended. It’s fun, vibrant and exciting – I can’t wait to see what the future brings.
Because, despite what and who I thought I was just three short months ago while I was packing my bags and accepting my graduation certificate, I know now that I’m even more ready, more confident, happier, harder-working and stronger.
Those choices that take more time. more thinking, and more preparation – the ones that could potentially change your life – they are scary. In fact, they’re terrifying, and they’ll probably mean more sacrifices. But they could turn out to be the most rewarding, meaningful and the healthiest thing that ever happened to you – in my case, I believe it did.
There’s a quote that says: “Unsuccessful people make decisions based on their current situation, successful people make decisions based on where they want to be.”
So, with my thirst for this career at the forefront of my mind, and the fear of the unknown firmly behind me, I say bring on the next Burj Khalifa life decision – I’m ready, I’m waiting, and I’m ready to leap!