Just over two years ago, I was coming to the end of my three year employment contract. It had been a great three years, carrying out the marketing for mountain biking across South Wales. I was offered another opportunity for employment; to manage a cycling project for Swansea University based in their sports department.
Career wise, it was a natural progression and from a job perspective, considering my background, I suppose you could label it as a ‘dream job’. I turned it down.
Now the problem with the label ‘dream job’ is simply the second word. Doesn’t the word ‘job’ just tarnish the word ‘dream’. Dream is a rainbow, job a grey cloud. Never ask a kid, or anyone for that matter, what’s your dream job? They’ll always give a restricted answer as a result of the word ‘job’. Instead shouldn’t we ask, what are your dreams? Follow them, use your intuition and in doing so pursue a career that maybe one day you can call your job.
My dream was to travel the world indefinitely, to throw my fate into the hands of the universe and see where it may take me. I didn’t want to take a chosen path, I wanted to get lost and in doing so create my own. I had a desire to do a back flip of life’s diving board into the waters of the unknown. I was curious about the world (and I still am).
Books, pictures or television programs never did it for me. They were second best, like cheap vodka instead of Grey Goose. I needed to go there myself, see with my own eyes, feel it and then make my own opinions and judgment. It’s like some crazy addiction, a massive syringe of adventure piercing your veins and forcing you to live in the now. Forget the plan, appreciate the moment, in the words of Kerouac you’re ‘on the road’ and anything could happen.
I had an urge to bring this adventure alive through words. I’d graduated in Journalism and worked in marketing but I’d always written for someone else. I needed to write for me, to channel my creativity and shape my style.
The dream was to travel, freely without commitment or plan and to simply write about it. I’d have to work along the way, but I’d work in order to pursue the dream. I never really had a burning desire to climb what society refers to as the career ladder; to me it seemed limited. I was more interested on jumping on a rocket and heading for the clouds in an attempt to grasp my unlimited dreams. I went on a course, built my website and launched www.carpediemjames.com as a platform for my writing.
That was exactly two years ago this month. The blog has grown and now has a decent following worldwide. It has developed as a travel, philosophical and lifestyle blog, sometimes funny, serious, entertaining and even controversial. Over the years, as the blog gained momentum I have received positive emails and messages from many people. It’s very humbling.
I would just like to take this opportunity to say thank you to anyone who has ever read or shared my blog. Also, thank you to the people who made the effort to get in touch regarding it, it means a lot. All the people I’ve met along the way, who’ve been part of the adventure and those who’ve supported and encouraged me, thank you!