
Through my five years in the entertainment industry, doing cool stuff and kicking my own personal goals, I get asked for advice a lot.
In just a couple of orbits around the sun I’ve transformed myself into a highly sought-after DJ, TV presenter, author, podcaster, entrepreneur, beauty influencer, professional opinion-haver and media personality, who sometimes has a nice amount of disposable income (which my mum thinks I should use to buy a house).
I’ve noticed that most people want to know the same thing about my career, over anything else: ‘How did you do it?’
At one point, I tried responding to each Instagram DM asking me to condense years of experience into a concise message, but it was literally not possible.
It’s not that my silence was a weird attempt at gatekeeping, but the scope of success is so vast and unique to everyone, that I struggled to respond.
The thing is, I’m a two-time uni dropout with poor time-management skills and a serious sense of career FOMO, which means I’m always doing too much.
Burnout is a close mate of mine. I do a lot of stuff because I want to, but most importantly because I can.
I grew up thinking that my quality of life would be perpetually limited by the fact that I wasn’t rich, white, sporty, a man or a genius.
I wasn’t born into a lineage that would automatically guarantee me the best of everything, so therefore I was limited by what I could actually achieve.
Coming from an immigrant, working-class, single-parent home, and not being particularly ‘good’ at anything, I’d been conditioned by society to think that it wouldn’t be much.