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I want it all, I want it now!

I think this is a problem that a few people face, particularly in creative pursuits.  You finally find something that you love to do. You become a sponge and read everything you can find, follow all the latest news and trends and you get an idea of where you want to go and the look and feel you would like.

But there is one small problem, you haven’t given yourself time to practice, to refine your craft and develop the strong foundations you need to support you as you launch yourself into the stratosphere.

Now as a few of you may have already guessed, this is a realisation that is hitting me hard at the moment.  I spent so long looking for something that I love to do, that I understand and that inspires me that I want it all now, I want to be an expert now, I want to know everything, to be able to do everything, to not make mistakes and be able to create the visions of design that I see in my head.  But alas this is not always the case.  Of late I’ve been pushing myself to the limit trying to get everything moving as fast as possible, I figure why wait? It took me this long to figure it out, I can’t waste anymore time in getting where I want to go.

But is it a waste of time to develop and hone and refine your craft?

I think not.  As hard as it feels to do at the moment, I’m starting to realise that I need time and practice.  That pushing myself to be a professional freelance web designer in one easy step really isn’t giving me the foundations and grounding I need to really succeed.

I’m beginning to understand that if I rush too much now, I’ll finish my degree and still be uncertain of my own style, still not have the foundations I need to be great, and still be unable to create the elusive visions that flash across my mind.

So if you’re at the beginning of something you really want, although it may seem better to move fast, speed through the boring fundamentals and get to the fun stuff at the end, my advice is take your time, practice your craft and give yourself the space to learn, to make mistakes and to grow.  Because if you don’t allow yourself the time to develop your foundations, you may fly high, but you’ll fall back down just as fast.


I’m a hoarder

My name is Sara and I have a confession to make, I’m a hoarder.

I can’t really pinpoint where it started.  Like most people it kind of snuck up on me, I’ve never thought of myself as a hoarder but things get to a point that they’re so overwhelming you need to face the truth.

If I’m really honest I guess it started a couple of years ago.  Back then though it was just the one, and I was happy with that.  But as time goes on you start to realise that maybe one isn’t enough.  What if it goes missing? What if I can’t find it? Even worse what if no one can find it?

So I branched out, and got one more.  Just one more I told myself, it’s no big deal, I need it, just to be safe.  Then two turned into three, that turned into 5 and from there I just stopped counting.  Now I can barely move around my apartment for fear of knocking into a stack of them and sending my precious hoard tumbling over the floor.  I spend my nights searching, compiling and collecting more and more to add to my collection.  With each find I convince myself that this would be the last, this one was the last one I needed.  Just one more….

But there’s always another one waiting around the corner ready to take hold of my senses, entrance me in it’s beauty, sell me on it’s indispensability and how much easier and more fulfilled my life would be if I could only posses it.  So I dive in, I become ensnared by it’s song, it’s promise and add it to my collection, in essence to my identity.

So this is my confession, to cleanse my soul, my guilt and move on with my life.

I’m a hoarder of domains, you name it I’ve got it. I’ve got .com, .com.au, .net, I’ve got the plurals, the singular, you name it I’ve bought it.

I’ve ordered a skip-bin for Monday so I’ll do a big clear out and hopefully be able to move on with my life.


In for a penny, in for a pound

When embarking on a journey such as this you start to question your previously held beliefs about your value in the world.

At the moment my ‘day job’ (which is actually a night job so that I can study and create while my mind is fresh) pays what is a decent amount of money for my skills and expertise.  But as soon as you begin to create something, to branch out and generate thought, ideas, content and creativity all preconceptions about what your time is worth go out the door.

Looking into the winding and unknown road of freelance and entrepreneurialism makes you double check the value you’re putting on your time.  At the moment I’m selling the precious hours of my life for a price that on the surface seems acceptable even inflated for the work I’m doing, but on contemplation feels ridiculous.  My time, my life is worth less than $30 an hour.

Don’t get me wrong I really enjoy my job and the people I work with are great, but it’s not what I love.  It doesn’t excite me the way even the vaguest daydreams of my own freelance Web Design & SEO business excite and energise me.

This is what Robert Frost lovingly referred to the road less travelled by, and as with everything that is not a standardised, prepackaged, mass marketed portion of a ‘normal’ life experience, comes an inherent danger and fear of the unknown.  The unknown in the journey and the unknown in yourself.

So how much am I worth in this new world?  Who knows.  At the moment I’m working on web sites just for the pure fun and experience of it.  My time is reimbursed through knowledge, experience and ignited passion and creativity.  Now thats a trade that makes you smile.

But how to make the change from the mainstream to my own stream?  How much will my time be worth?  How much will I need to compromise myself, my creativity and my values in order to make a living doing what I love?