When we are about 18 years old, we are expected to know what we want to do, be, achieve. We go to college, find a major, hold on tight, and hope for the best. As we get further along, we decide what features make the “perfect” job, the “perfect” spouse, the “perfect” life. I’ve learned this about myself: I’m almost always totally, horribly wrong. As I try out different situations, I realize which things are actually important.
I’ve learned that at work, it’s not so much what you’re doing and wearing, or even what industry it’s in. As long as you have some grasp of what’s going on and what your tasks are, it’s the people around you who make all the difference. The rest doesn’t really matter. If I’m not happy coming into work every day, any continuing contentment with life is gone. There’s nothing worse than to dread getting up. Unfortunately, you can never really learn about the people until you have already accepted the job and committed to it. But I digress…
At the end of the day, I just hope that I can be smart enough not to totally cross options off of my list because I’m scared or thinking that they won’t work. It’s unsettling to think that even I don’t know what will make me happy, but hopefully if I continue to be open to life’s curve balls I’ll get out with a smile on my face.