The Hipster Trend is still here & quite ALIVE. For some, it's getting old and for others it's still kind of hot.
Here's some proof and also a great overview of what you might have missed during the Hipster Era - Barbie's Instagram
I'm not going to lie - I'm a fan. I get turned on by the thought of a cappuccino in a trendy & overpriced Cafe, a bearded man (who now takes longer to get ready than the average woman) and those stylish (a.k.a. half naked) ladies on Instagram ohne nipples, consequently causing the #FreeTheNipple Movement. So yeah, I'm enjoying myself even if I've become a follower.
Trends come and go, so why not have fun with them while they're still here. We can't deny the fact that people are in search for a better life - leaving their boring office jobs, annoying bosses who give them no space for creativity, and their very scheduled day-to-day lives. Side Note: It seems that creativity somehow begins with an image....
The reason why I started talking about The Trend - which has taken over my life (with not too many bad consequences) - is because, being a wanderer / traveller / globe-trekker is obviously a part of this lifestyle. That's exactly where I'm going with this - TRAVEL.
I’ve been travelling ever since I can remember. Packing my first serious suitcase at the age of nine. Registering at a boarding school in the UK was an emotional rollercoaster, however sitting on a plane every 3 months from then on became normal. Not something I appreciated it, but that's life. I certainly do now. (Read my Life Story HERE)
I kind of wish that social media was around earlier (I know a lot of people will think that it's a crazy thought - but hear me out). Travelling the world is one thing, but documenting it ALL - is another.
After over 30 years of travel, I decided to finally calm down. I still travel, but my travels no longer consist of backpacking, regular food poisonings and sleeping under the stars. I think my body can no longer handle that. So my travels are a little more comfortable these days. Whatever the experiences - they've obviously made me into the person I am today. However, I've come to realise that experiences are very quickly forgotten and emphasis is placed more on the future. We love to plan, we love to promise to change and we love to concentrate on tomorrow. However, my memories have become my only tool to Finding Myself... and here is the why...
I've lost count of all the people who've told me that they're planning to travel to find themselves. I understood what they were trying to do, but I didn't understand how going to a different country will help them be found.
Travelling for me has never been about finding myself. I think that whoever believes this always comes back disappointed.
I see travelling as a lesson. Learning about different cultures, lifestyles, cuisines, landscapes, fashion and whatever else that rocks your boat. But how is any of that about me or you? Is it about how we react to the things we're learning about? Well yes, I may find out that I enjoy exploring, that I'm an open minded individual or that I just like to lay on the beach all day. However, I can’t really see it going further than that while I'm there.
Travel, for me, was always about enjoying the moment and feeling the freedom of escape.
Once you arrive to your destination (maybe even a little before that) the feeling of freedom begins. You instantly feel happier, healthier, less judgmental and more willing to open up to the world. Unless you’re some seriously miserable person.
In my opinion, Travelling to find Yourself, goes hand-in-hand with a built-up anger, the dreaded thought of returning home, and the constant desire for something else. Am I wrong?
I've also had a problem with finding myself, but I soon realised that travelling was not the solution (even if it is a part of it). What I decided to do nearly 2 years ago was exactly what directed me to the route of Finding Myself. As a slightly OCD person - I have the need to constantly put my memories on paper, collect things and stick them somewhere where I can always see them. I felt that all the experiences I’ve had, all the people I’ve met, and all the things I’ve discovered were getting lost in the past. That’s when I decided to create my own website, where I’d slowly give my experiences the organisation they deserved. I never planned to be a blogger (a title which I’m not really fond of), but I assume that I can't escape it.
I bought my domain, searched for the best templates, and voila - my Blog was born.
It started with a huge mess. What do I put on there, what will the design look like and what's my message? I’ve changed the content, the design, the structure and the focus probably a zillion times, but that’s exactly what it took to Find Myself. Every time I changed something, I also found a new piece of my puzzle. It’s exactly what we are constantly told - you won’t know until you do it! And that’s what was happening. I had a vision and an idea of what I wanted to do, but the result was slightly different. Not only did the process of Finding Myself consist of website management and a lot of organisation, but it also required me to search for fresh experiences. I socialised, attended events (even those I really didn't want to) and searched for people who inspired me - hence my interview section ‘People with Passion’ - to create content that was also new.
It took 2 years of experimenting and running around, to finally be able to say that I feel comfortable with where this Blog is going. It's all about what makes you happy and what makes you look forward to the next day.
When I travel - that’s when I get to switch off and soak in other peoples' creativity, cultures and lifestyles. It’s not longer about me - it’s about them. I’m there to inhale the knowledge and the present moment, which will soon be in the past. Then I’ll be able to place it on my Blog, which will help me move forward.
I, therefore, Find Myself by reflecting on my past experiences, writing about them, talking about them and organising them in my own little STORY BOOK - which is my Blog. Travelling is a short escape and my tool to grow.
So, what would YOUR TOOL be to Finding Yourself?