As a pre-teen I loved Daria. She always had something to say that was not always what other people wanted to hear. The truth is not always glamorous and it’s not mysterious or sensationalised. Her blunt, often morbid and realistic opinions were always expressed with some sarcasm which always made me laugh.
I am sure I am not alone when I say that we are exposed to images like this all the time. Images that offer such wise short and sweet advice on life that is going to solve all of your problems. But this one made me realise this is something that has been on my mind lately.
There are a few different types of people : workers and non workers, and in the workers category there is a plethora of types of workers. I happen to fall into this category that has this fear. A job is not just a job to me.
If it was, I probably would have stayed in my previous employment and doing what I needed to do there to grow and advance in that industry. But I’m too stubborn for that so I was like – yeah.. no.
But I think if you need to be “not stubborn” about it, then it just isn’t for you. It is comforting to see many capable intelligent 20 somethings having completing one or more degrees, an apprenticeship or a job they have been in for a while; and feeling the need to throw in the towel or close a chapter on something they have been doing thus far.
I have named my blog my own two feet, because there have been some things I have had to learn with my own feet and some difficulties that no one can carry you through that you just have to walk it with your own two feet.
And that’s what I find with this career stuff, well for me anyways. For the longest time the idea of what to do was there, but I never had the foresight and the vision as I do now. Now I can’t wait to wake up and teach. I hope this isn’t another one of those bright ideas I have. It feels real this time.
Although, so did every other idea I had every week growing up. But this just feels like all the pieces of the puzzle are what I have learnt on the way to this point.
Now there is an idea big enough for me to make something of and a goal small enough to step onto to begin with.
I will be a qualified secondary teacher, because I love teaching/tutoring, I love inspiring education and I love the way learning and understanding gives adolescents a sense of achievement and confidence. I can’t wait to take this first step to getting to my career related dreams.
A job that I won’t hate or resent ,and a job in which I can flourish in and make of it what I am meant to. And it seems like it takes some time to get to an epiphany such as this, because how is a teenager supposed to know what experience and life teaches along the way?
Especially with all the career choices available right now. Such complex titles… no wonder so many of us are caught in the crossroads.
But there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel to the dream job that will make you bound out of bed each morning and give that satisfaction that you are looking for. Heck yeah!!
But it does take courage and risk, but surely it is worth it.