I’ve spent years not really knowing what I want to do with my life. When I was in my late teens, I wanted to travel the world as an anthropologist. I eventually realised that I wasn’t emotionally prepared for that sort of upheaval. I don’t like feeling out of my depth and travelling to the far corners of the world as an anthropological pioneer sounded romantic but in reality I found it horribly stressful and upsetting. It would have been nice to have discovered that before I found myself lost on a street in Greece away from everything and everyone I knew and unable to ask for help or directions, but at least I figured it out eventually.
Then after several years of working student jobs, I wanted to earn money. Real money. And so in my early twenties I went to college. And I got a job in the legal field. And I earned money. And after close to a decade I decided that making money wasn’t as fulfilling as I wanted my life to be.
Next I wanted to help people and again I returned to university. And I interned with a charity, and lo I was poor but fulfilled. I entered the world of non profits and it was good.
I’m ready to make my next career move, and for once I think I know what I want. Having never had a firm idea who or what I wanted to be (and being married to someone who has always known EXACTLY what he wants to do and who he wants to do it for has not been helpful) it’s exciting to finally have a bit of a plan. I know it might not turn out exactly how I expect it too, and I don’t have it exactly mapped out, but I can finally envision where I would like to be in 5 and 10 years’ time and think about what steps I need to get there.
It is exciting, and thrilling, and far more fun than I expected. Now fingers crossed I get the job I want!