A year later....the power of intention.

It's been a while since this alleged 'debt addict' has made a confession. 10 months to be exact. It's been a big year. A big bloody year. And as I now unpack my suitcase after a two month adventure abroad, it's quite safe to say its been one of the best yet.

If someone had told me on my 27th birthday last year, that 12 months later I would be celebrating the crossover into my late twenties on a remote island off Thailand, following a highly fulfilling (and entertaining) venture from NYC to London, I would have choked on my champagne. Following that would've been the blatant question- 'And how the (insert profanities here) is that going to happen?'

If we look back on my post from January 1 last year, I was sitting before the computer, in the study of my (then) loved-up abode in Sydney, writing primarily as a distraction from the tortuous task of trawling through Seek.Com. I was 26, unemployed, lacking any sort of clarity and boasting a plump 14 thousand dollar debt. My greatest credit was being on a first name basis with Trish from Vodafone Resolutions and my biggest source of excitement was wondering if a knock on the door from the Sheriff would actually be good showreel material. Inspiring stuff.

The fact that I was approaching the end of a ten year era was perhaps the greatest instigation for change. The impending high school reunion hung over my head like a black cloud, raining reminders of unrealized achievements (cue emo music here...FML...etc etc). As those around me continued to reach milestones...marriages, procreation, career growth, travel adventures, I seemed to be stuck in a paralysing well of wet sand. Or at list a pile of my own shite.

I found it quite easy, perhaps even cathartic, to bang on about all of the things I didn't want. Confessing that manifesto of desire of all the things I DID want, was without a doubt, far more difficult. Ironically, that was written a year ago today. Its a daunting task to admit dreams that seem so grandiose. But giving a voice to ideas that, prior to, had been a white wash of what if's and maybe's, became a very empowering force. And it certainly made me realize the power of intention.

It seems fitting to come back to this blog, a year after divulging the first one. No longer though can I confess to be a debt-addict. Ok sure, I have a few bills (ahem, fines) to pay, I eagerly await my next paycheck (the river runs dry) and I can thank the St George MasterCard for sporting my round the world ticket. But only because I got it down to a balance of zero (hear that, zero?!) before swiping it through the Flight Centre EFTPOS machine. I then managed to shop, wine, dine, play and stay on hard earned, solid cashola. Not a credit card in sight. Boom.

So the thoughts, feelings and sentiments that now stir in my heart and mind are no longer confessions of a debt-addict, but merely confessions. (And if I was tech-savvy enough to change the title above I would do so, for the moment I'm useless...balls). So in the posts that follow (and if they don't follow, can someone give me a kick up the ass?), I'd like to share with whoever might like to read, the stories, trials and tribulations that have lead to this present moment. Stories full of true elation, whoopsy daisies, hopeless desperation, raw fucking heartache and everything in between. For those that know me, I do 'honest' pretty well. And I don't plan on making any concessions here.

Fear not, this isn't some sort of 'hear my success story' forum. Lord knows I still have a loooooooooong way to go. But does that ever end? I guess what I can celebrate is a vague turn around, and perhaps give a voice to the hopes and fears that we all share. We all have the power of intention. It's innate. The biggest, and hardest step, at least for me, was/is knowing what the hell you intend to do. So on that note, I think it's time for me to map out my new 'to-do list' for 2012! I encourage you to do the same.

Ax