Today I met with a career advisor for the first time ever, to talk about my professional goals and a plan, for the first time ever.
It was strange, but for the first time in my working life, I actually feel like I’m ready. That I know enough about who I am, what I enjoy, and my experience, to be able to actually say what I want to do.
I remember in the last year of high school and everyone seemed to know what they wanted to do, and all went off to University to be teachers and nurses and architects.
But I never really did. There were things I wanted to do, but even at 18 I somehow was pithy and cynical enough about adulthood to acknowledge that Fashion School or a degree in Art History were probably not going to pay the bills, or be worth racking up $30k in student loans for.
So I worked. And I worked. And somehow I stumbled my way across a pretty reasonable career by accident. A career that I was good at, and paid the bills, and I didn’t hate – but I didn’t love, either. I wasn’t excited to tell people what I did, when they asked. And for that I always felt a bit ashamed.
Until right now, where I’ve somehow gotten lucky enough to have found a job at a place that I do feel passionate about, that I can say I love, that gets my heart racing, and my hands waving all over the place – which should always be the benchmark of anything good in life.
So it’s time to get deliberate. Enough stumbling and seeing where things lead me.
It’s time for a plan, and goals.
It’s me who is in control, so I need to take the steering wheel.
Do I know where I’m going? Nope. But wouldn’t that be boring if we did?