Today is my last day of my first “grown up” job.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve started to write something about this job only to slam on the breaks. It isn’t exciting. It isn’t exotic. It isn’t heart-pounding. As a matter of fact it is often boring, stressful, and annoying. No one wants to read about it.
Just over two years ago I returned from China. I knew nothing, had no training in anything in particular, and was eager to accept the first thing offered to me. So that’s exactly what I did. I have worked as a Life Skills Specialist since.
The number one question I am asked is: “So what do you do for your job?”
Great question! It’s something between a life coach and a babysitter…but for adults.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve sat at the desk and dreamt of another adventure, another life. I suppose it’s the life I’m not living.
Over the last few years, I’ve taken fewer and fewer photos. In the few I’ve captured recently I started noticing a pattern. The photos mostly include places, scenes, and images without people. Flowers and plants, yes. Humans, no. The funny thing is, that is a perfectly inaccurate snapshot of my life. As an unashamed extrovert, I often fill empty spaces with texts, phone calls, coffee dates, and long chats over food.
Now, as I transition into grown-up job number two, I realize you have to put yourself in your own story. You have to be your own protagonist, because no one is going to step up and be it for you. Even side characters are the main characters of their own lives.
Until next time!