At the moment my Facebook timeline is awash with people in pointy mortar board hats (I especially learnt their name just for this post) and graduation statuses, which means two things- one- I have a group of very intelligent friends on social media (and I’m ruddy proud of them too) and two, this week would have been the week that I graduated from university- which is pretty surreal to say the least.
Sometimes when your bed doubles up as your office, it’s hard to measure, or feel like you’re really going places (apart from the kitchen to fix up on more pitta bread and Earl Grey) but it definitely feels like a lot has changed since I was sat in my room in Liverpool, when this blog was a sole outlet for all rambles and the occasional and rushed outfit photograph taken by whoever I could rope in, and who didn’t mind enduring 10 minutes of my awkward posing…
It’s a combination of emotions, and essentially the ruling of ‘what if’- that naughty old saying. Being self employed, especially writing a blog and essentially documenting your life on the internet, can often feel like you’re not really doing much at all. It started off as a hobby after all, so essentially doing something you once did in your spare time can be a little hard to get used to, especially as a career- and one that you never planned to land yourself in. Being your own boss can be one of the trickiest things to get used to (especially where self discipline is required) (I recently wrote a little more about that here, if you fancy taking a look).
This isn’t me complaining in any stretch of the imagination either, don’t get me wrong. I know how lucky I am to be able to write this little piece of the internet every day, and fortunately still living at home- have the support, patience and consistent Instagram likes of my parents to do so (thanks Mama and Papa P). Maybe I’m a bit hard on myself, and I know that comparing oneself to another is never a good idea (but boy am I good at it)- and perhaps its weeks like this one where I need to give myself a little pat on the back for the past few years, especially as everyone else (deservedly) is. In my time, I managed to intern for a year and a half, work in a good retail job (and meet some amazing people there), wait a few tables (and realise I’m far too weak to ever hold more than two plates), do a bit of travelling (Viva Las Vegas!)- and ultimately now get to call What Olivia Did my full time job, which at the end of the day should be the biggest reward of them all, right?
Perhaps it a slight tinge of envy, that I’ll never have to pick a graduation dress (plus will always be @livpurvis over Liv Purvis BSc) and maybe what Olivia didn’t do (hohoho) was get a degree, but I’ve certainly taken a different route round, and I’m (hoping), I mean, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t change a thing (except for the fact I’m sure my postman thinks I sit in my pyjamas for a living, which isn’t strictly true)!