At 24 and 110 lbs. I can’t honestly say I fully feel like an adult. Then again there isn’t much I feel that I am not ready for, but financially- there’s plenty (can I get a witness). That is essentially the 10 ft wall that I must climb over to prove to myself that I have safely made it to the next stage in life. Currently I live with my supportive parents and siblings and still have to beg a likkle change here and there to take the bus. Not cute…But what I’m doing with that $3 is volunteering in my community for great initiatives…that currently have little to no capital. And notice I said ‘initiatives’ –plural. I am taking on 3+ positions within any given month that generally take a commitment between five and twelve hours a week. It’s a bit crazy when I notice that I am helping out others when I myself am struggling.
Honestly, I feel like a scrub who has the skills to achieve greatness. However the reoccurring issue in the area of careers is that (1) I do not want to take on a position that I am not invested in and (2) the idea of long-term full-time ‘employment’ creeps me out. The last comment probably confirmed that I truly am a busta, but let me explain a bit further. I have many great concepts and skills- the problem is that they don’t scream money. For instance I intend to build a community centre that provides free professional arts programming for youth who can’t afford private sector training. I am still in love with this dream but since I do not want to incorporate my baby as a non-profit I’m having a hard time envisioning not only how I will be able to afford the space, staff, supplies and facilitators- but how can I pay all that my damn self. Luckily an idea has struck me to open up a space that can serve both the community and those with some dollars to throw around. I have even put a deadline of September (this year) to make it happen. I’ve started with the business plan and through recent research I am feeling more and more confident and focused in executing this plan. So what is stopping me? Nothing- except that I am still committed to the initiatives that take a lot of my free time. I wholeheartedly support the movements that I contribute to but realize that without being able to hold my own, I am doing a double disservice.
So in Chapter Three the lesson is not to dash wey those who I want to support but rather to be mindful of how I prioritize my time and energy. Sometimes less is more.
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