Finding Somewhere

'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to from here?'

"That depends a great deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat

'I don't care much where-'

'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat

'- so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.

'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the cat, 'if you can only walk long enough.'

I am once again delving into Wonderland but once again for a valid reason. You see, for all my research and education in marketing, advertising and communications in general I'm still not sure where I'm going. That is why I have kicked up my roots and shot down to London Town. My thinking being a lot easier to judge a landscape if you can see it. Makes sense right?

I have to say it feels good to be here. I'm filled with equal parts excitement and gut wrenching fear (Ok, maybe 40-60) but that's the healthy thing to aim for. I couldn't take sitting on the sidelines of Norfolk, watching everyone try and not give it a go myself. I went out for a few drinks last night to celebrate my new housemate's birthday (and on a sub-level, my arrival) and there was a bit of awkwardness when people asked me what I do:

Well I do advertising... well, not yet... but I want to do some... not like Mike (who does facebook ads etc)... but creative ideas and writing... and stuff... well kind of... so what do you do?

It, is, awful. I suppose the good thing from my point of view is that my overthinking mind already compared having a job I don't like but pays and being unemployed for a while until I get what I want and I stand by it's decision. Still, I have to say it will be made painful by the fact that my current social circle consists of almost exclusively economists and bankers. Still I think it will work in the long run... I think.

So from here on out, it will just be me, my boots and this road without any signposts. As I don't know where I'm going I have the luxury of being unable to take the wrong path - as long as I get somewhere.

What nonsense I'm talking

In case you were unaware that quotation is a line from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. I recently read it and started thinking about things, in particular thinking. I've been thinking a lot lately. Probably too much. The fact that I am evaluating my pondering tendencies increases the likelihood of this being an accurate suspicion. I do not begrudge the thinking process or myself for using it however, I am concerned about the the effect this may have on my life. You see, traditionally thinkers aren't doers. I like doers, mostly because they do. While doers are doing, thinkers are busy thinking about doing and talkers like to talk about doing. Neither of them however realize that they are so engaged with their respective majors that they aren't actually getting anything done.

This is where Alice can enlighten us all. You see, Alice, is a doer. She sees the rabbit and follows him straight down the rabbit hole immediately. Once she gets there she discovers some form of potion and (pausing only to make sure "poison" isn't written on the the bottle) drinks it. Throughout the novel she stumbles from the irrational to the insane and keeps moving (slightly recklessly but still, impressive).

Isn't that a delightful philosophy for life? To engage with nonsense, perhaps even enjoy it. To dive into our own 'rabbit-holes' and relish the adventures that ensue. I can't personally think of a time when I have been impulsive and regretted my decision to do so.

This brings me rather smoothly to why I'm starting this blog thing. I've thought about it for a while, some of my friends have them and I know it would almost certainly be useful to pour my soul out over a few lines every once in a while BUT never actually started one. So, here it is. My jump into the rabbit hole completely unaware of what is next and proof that for today at least, I am a doer.