This May I will be graduating. Again. Of course that’s exciting and on one hand I want to be counting down the days. On the other hand it’s as scary as it was the first time when I was 22. I have the same old fears of will I get a job doing what I love- but this time they are more compounded. Last time I didn’t really know what a job I “loved” would even be, and I set my mind at ease with affirmations of “you’ll figure it out” and “you have lots of time”. This time I think about being 35 and competing for an entry-level job, making less money than I do now and having bosses way younger than me.
I finally bought The War of Art a couple weeks ago after it being in my Amazon wish list for months. I’ve been reading it slowly- not my usual type of slowly, as in forgetting about it for weeks at a time- but as in, really absorbing the words and re-reading the pages that really jump out at me. So many of my constant thoughts and fears are addressed in this book and I’m not going to lie- it’s comforting to know that the things I worry about but never knew how to articulate, are actually common enough to be addressed in this book.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the journey. In reality, only a handful of lucky people know what they want to be when they’re a teenager and immediately set out on that path. It’s easy to get down on yourself for not being where you think you should be by a certain age. We often accept the label of “lost soul” if we don’t follow the traditional career path- but I’d rather look at it as just taking the scenic route.
One of my instructors often mentions how we should strive to always be learning, not just in school but in any way possible. Once you think of yourself as “learned”, you stop growing and evolving. This is true in every area from your career path, hobbies, and relationships with other people.
Heck, I might be back in school 10 years from now for something completely different and I’m okay with that.This entry was posted in day to day and tagged life, school, travel. ← vintage here, vintage there… What to Wear: shades of blue… →