There is no definitive age for you to turn around and suddenly say - I know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.
But days before my 22nd birthday and I'm still completely oblivious as to what I want to do with mine, and I'm feeling a bit lost.
When we were young, everyone had a dream career, whether it be megasuper pop star, actor / actress, brain surgeon, astronaut. A million times I told my family that all I ever wanted to be was a journalist. Was I crazy?
Hitting 17, I decided I wanted to be in a media based career. I enjoy photography, I enjoy filming, I enjoy writing. However, enjoyment is not necessarily an indication of talent, and I just don't think I'm creative enough.
I told myself I didn't go to university because I was too lazy, but I think partially it was because I didn't want to earn myself £15k of debt to graduate in a subject that would get me absolutely nowhere due to my own lack of practical skill.
I'd like to say I'm in retail right now, but in truth I am unemployed. However retail is where I will inevitably end up, and although I don't mind it as a day to day money earner, I can't even imagine being a retail zombie for the rest of my life.
This blog is not for sympathy or mindless adoration (yeah right), although some constructive criticism wouldn't go amiss. Its my attempts to be more creative and potentially push myself into a job I might enjoy. Its me wondering what on earth I'm really doing with my life. And why I should have to know that, at the grand old age of 22.
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