An identity crisis and discovering my purpose

When I was 10 years old I wanted to be a Marine Biologist. 🐬⁠
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I worked super hard at school, got good grades, got into uni and then honours. I spent days on boats photographing dolphins and analysing data. I graduated with Second Class Division A honours (pretty much the second highest grade) and went out into the world ready to work. ⁠
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Over 15 years of my life 'Marine Biologist' became the main part of my identity. I did everything right. I was a good girl and yet I still didn't get the jobs. I worked in tourism for a long time but that wasn't paying the bills. Cue a quarter-life crisis. Who am I if I'm not a Marine Biologist? I had to learn to love the parts of me that weren't the overachiever, perfectionist and sciencey, nature girl. ⁠
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I am so grateful that I went through this and got to find that I can love nature and the ocean without having a career in it. That I can be a conservationist in my own home and community. That I love fantasy fiction books and getting psychic readings and pulling oracle cards. That I'm actually a hell of a lot without being a Marine Biologist. ⁠
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A coach is worlds away from what I studied and I had to give myself permission to change. To be dynamic and grow. We are human after all. ⁠
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So if you need it, it's time to give yourself a permission slip. To get to know yourself deeper. To change. To be brave enough to reinvent yourself. It's pretty cool on the other side. xx⁠

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