As all sixteen year olds in the UK do, when I was in year eleven I had to make the decision on what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Whilst I think that is far too young to be making such a decision, I had no choice and it’s what I did. I spent a year deciding and I ended up doing a fashion course at a college in another city, I loved it but I didn’t end up pursuing a fashion career (it was never the end goal anyway), and I decided to go into work. Not university.
I’m definitely the least academic person you’ll ever come across, I wasn’t interested in school unless it was something art related and I didn’t really fancy the idea of going to uni from a very young age. It wasn’t something I was proud about or ashamed of, because I’m not the first nor the last person to opt out of going to university, but around this time of year when people are graduating and expressing how rightfully proud of themselves they are, it’s pretty typical to start questioning the decision to not go.
When I look at it from the logical stand point, as in, I’m not interested in education and I’d probably half arse it due to losing interest easily, the money loaned to me to have this education could’ve gone to someone who cared more. But from an emotional stand point and wanting to have experiences and meet new friends, uni sounds splendid and like a great time. But it’s hard work. My sister went and graduated, I saw how hard it is. I knew that wasn’t something I wanted in on from the beginning.
Instead I opted to work. I decided that I wanted to earn money instead and be able to do and buy anything I wanted. I finished college and off I trotted to an office job that would end up forcing me to go back to college to study business. After I was done once and for all with my education and began working more hours and getting the momentum up, it didn’t occur to me that university was ever even an option. Not until every Summer when you see people celebrating their accomplishments.
But I keep up this blog, which feels like a full time job that you can never switch off from anyway, and then I have my real job that pays the bills and buys me nice things. I feel proud of myself. I feel proud that I kept up blogging for three years, I feel proud that I can say I earn a decent wage, I feel proud that I can say that I made the right decision for me. That the decision to not go to university wasn’t ill thought out or a rash decision made with dollar signs in my eyes, but something I’d decided on because I’d had enough of classrooms and course work, because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to fully commit.
If I had gone to university, or if I ever do decide to go in the future, it’d have been to either study fashion or literature. My two passions in life are writing, and fashion. But the thing is, I’ve made home on this website. I write about fashion, I write about love and life, I write about a bit of everything – there’s no limits or censorship and I’m in full control, if I wanted to write an entire article talking about sex or talking about why I love this lipstick, there’s nobody to tell me not to. I’m already doing what I love without the extra education.
But Georgia, blogging is dying! It’s not, and I’ve spoken about why it’s not before. The written format may be dying, with the majority of new bloggers opting for a Lookbook-esque theme, but blogging in general is not. Just because x amount of blogs died off this year, doesn’t mean that I’m intending to let mine die off either. This is the thing: Everyones declaring blogging as dead but are these same people letting theirs die? Because I’m not. I don’t need a degree to sit and type a load of mouth-vomit out, and I don’t need a bachelors to take photographs in my bedroom that correlate somehow with the points that I’m making, but if a day comes when I do, then I will, but right now, I’m genuinely proud of myself and proud of all of the hard work I’ve put into this blog over the years. I’m proud that I stuck to it this long, and when I look back at my earlier posts, I’m so proud of how far I’ve come and how much better my writing has gotten.
I’m proud of myself, and I didn’t need to go to uni to make that happen.