I cleared my desk off, pulled out a marker and post-its and started planning what my next step is. I’m 25 and I don’t really know what I want to do with my life. Nobody has it all figured out by this age but I at least want to start making the right steps towards the life and career. I want to at least start thinking about it.
When I was just turning twenty I thought that if I followed my dreams and did what I loved, everything would work out. Cut to five years later and I would do pretty much anything for more money. Is it sad that I would rather comfortably enjoy my evenings and weekends but spend 40+ hours a week doing something I didn’t really love if it paid well? It’s sad but not having money sadder. And there’s no two ways about it.
The current problem I’m facing is that my interests do not match my qualifications or experience. Sure, I would love to be a social media manager for a cool company. I would love to be an administrator or personal assistant in a cool start-up or lifestyle brand. I just don’t have the experience for it, not the specific experience anyway.
I went to university and studied what interested me. I figured, why spend three years studying something I wasn’t interested in me just to find a job? That’s so lame! If I could go back in time I would slap myself. Get a freaking business degree or some of that bollox and sell out!
I’m a good person. I funny, I’m positive, I’m adventurous, I’m kind, I’m caring. I think I can write pretty well. I’m organised to a stupid degree (I own a filofax.) I just don’t know where someone with unmeasurable skills like myself would find a home. My job now is fine. I’m good at it, but it’s not hard to be good at my job. I do more than is required and don’t see any benefits for that. I don’t hate my job but I definitely don’t love it.
I just don’t know. I think I’m at one of those points in life where things are about to change, or at least you want them to. It’s pretty terrifying.