That said, this blog is about figuring shit out. It's about calling bullshit on all the excuses you use for not doing what you want, and just doing it -- whether or not you are "ready". It's about getting started - no matter what that means to you. So, I had to stop waiting for the perfect theme to hit me in the face and just start writing. As a result I'll have to ask that you bear with me while I try to figure out a theme that is unique, entertaining, appropriate and informative. Suggestions welcome. I must also warn you that I both write and speak like a sailor. I must stay true to my filthy vocabulary, or else this blog would not be truly genuine and we all know that's what I think is most important.
Quick summary for those not interested in the longer version:
When I was young, I thought I was boring. Then I went to Harvard, got a job (and a hot boyfriend) at Goldman Sachs, and for a brief moment I thought that made me interesting. Then I woke up and I got started. I left finance for an incredible place in the epicenter of the start up world called General Assembly, and my whole life opened up. I discovered more about myself and the world around me. I recognized and embraced that I was actually quite in love with aforementioned hot boyfriend, who happened to be moving to Hong Kong. He moved, I experienced the pain of celibacy for 6 months, and threw myself into pitching a General Assembly in Hong Kong. Now, I am here. And.... I'm getting started.
The longer version (with pictures):
Now, I'll attempt to fill in the back story to my recent move to Hong Kong. It has certainly been a journey, but nothing like what is to come. Anyway, I was born in Chicago to 2 very loving parents. Though I spent years desperately trying to escape the fact that my upbringing was nothing but fantastically normal, I have now come to truly appreciate it (except for the accent). My parents raised a true millennial by providing me with all the opportunities I could ever ask for and telling me I was truly capable of doing anything I wanted.
It's funny, because I was in the middle of writing that I was basically blind to myself in middle school, completely unaware of how my actions were perceived by others. I didn't even mean to bring it up, but really goes to show you how we are raised to only understand ourselves through the eyes of others. I'm still trying to figure it out, but I want to get back to this pre-high school era where I was not governed by others' reactions to me, free to just experience the world through my own two eyes.
But so it goes and our identity is soon formed by how people view you. That process has never failed to make me miserable. Consequently, I pretty much hated everything about high school. Somehow I miraculously ended up completely out of my element at an Ivy League school where I had a fucking blast. Met some incredible people, learned a ton, and truly rebelled against the anal, hard-working, disciplined person I was in high school. This also happened to result in a lot of bad decisions, very drunken evenings, and a love affair with Camel Lights.
3 years later, I was desperately unhappy. I was at the doctor almost every other week with some new type of stress induced illness. I woke up every morning wondering why I was so miserable, desperately wanting to just be grateful for what I had achieved and enjoy all the things that came along with it. I thought I was so lucky to be invited into this exclusive club of the New York City financial elite. I really did believe that the fact that so many people wanted this job made me both better than everyone else, and also quite special to be chosen for it.
Lucky for me (and perhaps not so lucky for my closest friends), I know how to tell people I'm unhappy. Or at least I know how to make sure it shows on my face enough that you'll notice. This serves an interesting purpose because it forces me to change even when I might not yet intellectually know how to. My waning interest in my sales & trading position and my desire to move on pushed me to pursue more meaningful extracurricular activities. I was lucky enough to get involved in producing a film. I started to learn about the world of microlending. One day I even ended up at a dinner with an ex-investment banker turned monk. All of this soon encroached upon my commitment to succeed at work, and also led me to grow increasingly disillusioned with all things related to Goldman Sachs. This fact, coupled with huge dark circles under my eyes and a sarcastic, snappy, attitude at work quickly changed others' perception of me and I soon had to confront that it was time to make a change.
For nearly 5 years, I had imagined myself climbing the ranks of Equity Derivatives at Goldman. I saw myself wearing all the Theory suits my little heart desired, being one of the few badass ladies who could command the respect of any douchy dude. I would fly to GS offices across the world, getting to settle right into those luxurious First Class seats as I jetted to my next destination. While this might sound silly to you, it was exciting to me at one time. Someone had offered to me and I naively said 'hell yeah'.
I soon admitted (to myself and to my boss) that I had to follow my heart to Hong Kong. The timing gods smiled upon me and in the days before my departure, General Assembly decided to expand to Hong Kong. So, here I am. A recovering financiere and materialist. A somewhat reluctant romantic transplant. An aspiring creator and entrepreneur. Standing on the precipice of it all. So, there's nothing to do but just get started.