ph. by nur bezema
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I’m not really one for climbing trees, although these pictures may suggest otherwise. I remember one of my classmates in primary school who loved climbing trees. Until one day she fell out of one and got injured quite badly. After witnessing that I figured it was better to play it safe and stick to what I knew: drawing and writing stories.
When you think of it, that’s kind of what I always stuck to. Drawing and writing stories is what I do on this very blog, too. This makes me wonder: is it time to start climbing the metaphorical tree? A lot of people my age are buying houses and having babies, which to me, feels like they are playing it safe. They stick to their plan and do what they always intended to. Primary school, high school, maybe university, then the job, the house, the kids and that’s about it, until you die. I like to think I am more of a daredevil. But if I stick to what I know, even if it’s not buying a house, or having a baby, am I really taking enough risks?
I am not intending to go all emo on you, this might just be a case of the – early – winter blues. After all, I have climbed a tree today. Not very high, but hey, we’re getting there. I am at a weird point in my life, since I currently have no job or projects to work on. This leaves me with more time to work on my blog, which I’m very happy about. It also feels like I’m at a crossroad. Where do I go now? Left, right, or up a tree?
