For most of my life, I have always wanted to be a part of a real adventure. Not just any ordinary adventure, but a real ambitious dream, something that swallows me up whole. An adventure is a path. But a real adventure is
self-determined,
self-motivated
and often risky.
It forces you to have first hand encounters with the world.
I was born into world after an extreme “birth extraction”, to be named
Rebecca Elizabeth Harriet Cox.
It is only till now that I understand and know who I am.
History
Growing up as an only child many people think the typical thoughts; I’m selfish, spoilt & loaded! If only this was true. Fortunately, I come from a huge family. My father is one of 9 and my mother is one of 5 so at the typical family events of Easter, Christmas and the birthday celebrations which occur every second weekend, I am glad to only belong to a small immediate family.
My mother grew up in a small country town called Waipukurau (don’t even try to pronounce it) which is on the east coast of the North Island in New Zealand. She teaches me still to this day to be organised. With vacuuming the house at least once a day, I know what it is like to live in a house run by the army, or Sergt. Hitler, should I say.
After 12 long years of my hair slicked back with conspicuous amounts of hair gel, and pimples blooming around 10 years old, I graduated high school. I left feeling proud and accomplishing skills such as talented back scratcher, drama captain and coming third in the grade for Mathematics. I was accepted into Industrial Design at QUT, in 2008.
2009 arrived and this time last year I was sitting at a large desk with
$500 worth of colouring in pens
over 1000 sheets of bleed proof paper
and a crushed reality, to realise that it wasn’t for me.
Current
I am beginning 2010, with an open mind to face new challenges.
My present career involves interacting with 70 year old pensioners who spend
all their money on gambling. Not the pokies or race horses but Gold Lotto. Yes, I work at a newsagency and my daily battle is seeing people waste their money. Don’t get me wrong, a few people do win but the odds are what, one in a million? More like 1 in a trillion million. What happened to their values?
Philosophy
When being asked what my values were, it is really hard to distinguish what you really value and what you wish you valued. I wish I valued money, yet I spend most of my pay every single week. I do hope to have recognition, respect, praise or acknowledgement for my work, secure and stable employment and being loyal, committed and dependable.
Dreams
My dream is to work as a presenter on the famous travelling show ‘Getaway’.
Perhaps for myself to achieve this dream, I need to become a retired Olympian either in swimming or running. I’m then guaranteed a job travelling around the world pretending I can present.
Future
In 2011, I hope to have an international study exchange at the University of Florida. Finally, graduating at the end of 2012.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
I am obsessed with organisation and hope to effect people by my opinions.
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