When the idea of Fuzzable was first pitched, I was excited and on board instantly. When I was asked to write a monthly blog I didn’t hesitate for a second before saying yes. As usual, I committed to doing something without thinking if I was actually able to do it. It wasn’t until I sat down and started to write this that I thought: “I need to find a way to get myself hospitalised to get out of this,” because an average person surely won’t have any interest whatsoever in reading about me. I know how to write about other people, but writing about myself? Probably not a good idea.
My name is Josephine Sjelhøj and I’m a 21-year-old university student from Denmark. Beside studying business communication full-time, I work two jobs; I’m an editor for CelebMix and I also work at a daycare. If you’re thinking “those three things combined? Your life must be chaotic” you are 100 percent correct. When I’m not making sure that everything is running smoothly at CelebMix or crying over exam projects, I’m changing diapers and singing nursery rhymes, while trying to solve conflicts among three-year-olds. When I actually get some time off I like to watch work-out videos on YouTube while eating chips and pretending that I’m super healthy.
I grew up in a small town, and when I say small it means that seeing chickens crossing the road is very likely as well as needing binoculars to spot your neighbours. I’m also fairly certain that 75 percent of the town’s population is inbred (not really, but most likely). That doesn’t mean that I don’t like it here – I do. Growing up, my playground was a large pile of dirt facing a large field, and my favourite hobby was making spears. My family and I were newcomers to the town, which made me feel like an outsider for most of my life growing up. This wasn’t because the others purposely left me out or were mean; they just worshipped tractor manufacturers while I wanted to be a Pussycat Doll. I was also a pretty big nerd which has never helped anyone with being popular.
I could turn this blog post into a pity party for myself and write about how hard my life has been and how difficult it was to live with mental illnesses, but I won’t. I’ve decided to move forward and to focus on the good things in my life. My past is important and my struggles are a part of me, but they aren’t me. The real me is ambitious, perfectionistic, nerdy, and a little bit vain. I love a lot and I laugh a lot. I’ve always seen myself as a mix between Sharpay Evans and Dr Temperance Brennan; two people who seem like polar opposites, yet so very me.
Having many different traits and interests can be confusing; not only to other people but to yourself. Figuring out what I wanted to do with my life was, as it is to most people, the hardest thing in the world. I have always loved writing. I wrote my first story when I was eight years old. It was about a little girl being home alone for the first time and then being kidnapped. The story had a happy ending, but it said a lot about how different I was from everyone else at my age. I also started to edit other people’s work, not professionally just for fun. When I was 11 I sent an email to a major publisher telling them everything they did wrong in a magazine. According to my sister Caroline, correcting other people’s mistakes is my worst habit, but I’ve put it to good use as an editor for a news site.
Reading the paragraph above, you might not think that choosing my profession would have been difficult. But it was. In my life, I have wanted to do so many things. At first, I wanted to be a princess just so that I wouldn’t be buried in the ground when I died. Not really a realistic goal, but it was a dream nonetheless. When I got a bit older, I wanted to be a boxer. That was until my friend told me that I would get a really ugly nose, and while I liked the sport, I valued my own appearance too much. Then I wanted to be a pilot. I have a big love for aviation and I know everything about aeroplanes. However, my eyesight is too poor and I know being in the air all of the time would give my mother a heart attack, so it would never work out.
Being a forensic anthropologist has always been a dream, but sadly I’m not smart enough. Last, but definitely not least, being a performer has always been at the top of my list. Nothing beats the joy I have when I watch a play or I attend a concert. I am obsessed with musical theatre. I know every line, every song, and every step to my dream roles. There’s just one problem; I am the least talented person in the world when it comes to performing. I used to dance, but that’s not enough to get me on stage. Although I did win a singing competition when I was seven years old, my singing abilities can be compared to Sugar Motta’s audition on Glee.
Writing is the only thing that I both love and excel at. But I’m not complaining. I get to do something that makes me happy and that makes me one of the luckiest people in the world.
I hope you enjoy getting a little peek into my life on a monthly basis. If not, please pretend that you like it because I need applause to live.