Here I am – 22 years, three diplomas and two graduations (third one pending) later, and yet to take any legitimate steps to a stable and valid career path.
I’ve run out of things to graduate from, so now lie in that limbo of uncertainty between the comfort of the student years and the absolutely terrifying world of the grown-ups.
It’s here that I’ve stumbled upon an unsettling truth; finding the right job for you (let alone your first proper job) is hard, it’s competitive and it’s certainly going to take some trial and error… not to mention time.
So far, I can’t say I’ve really been experiencing this ‘funemployment’ that people speak of. There’s a lot of pressure to jump right from an academic life into a working one. Where this pressure is coming from I can’t really tell you – it’s certainly not coming from my family or friends. Perhaps it’s a deep-seated urge to feel safe and settled, when I’ve never coped immensely well with change.
It’s probably a good idea to get out of that mindset now; the routine of going to classes and rushing to finish assignments isn’t really indicative of what to expect from real life. It sounds cheesy, I know, but now seems like the perfect time to find myself. Explore my adoptive city. See the sights. Eat the culinary treasures.
I’d like to believe that the mystical ‘they’ who tell you that you’ll make it to where you need to go eventually are right.
In the meantime, here I am figuring out how to put the ‘fun’ into unemployment.
See my Bucket List to check out what I’ll be getting up to!