Life after university is hard.
No one talks about the endless applications for jobs or experience or even higher education, never mind the horrendous indecision about whether you’re making the right choice.
This has been my experience, anyway, and I know I can’t be the only one who isn’t landing their dream job or travelling the world. It is doing nothing for my sanity to always see everyone else’s educational, work and personal success filling up my newsfeed, so I’ve deleted the Facebook app from my phone entirely.
It’s not that I’m not happy for each person; they all work hard and deserve their own success. But at the moment it serves as a distinct reminder that I am utterly unsure of where my life is going. That even thinking about my future makes me feel anxious. I am also very aware I shouldn’t be worring about this right now; I’m 22 there’s loads of time. But somehow my worry only increases.
I have always been someone who had a goal to work towards, but since completing my degree last summer I have hit a crossroads, and I don’t know which path to follow. No matter how many jobs or Masters I look at and apply for nothing is truly igniting that spark of passion I know I have.
That is what’s devastating me; the indifference.
Except, paradoxically, I do care. And the confusion continues.
So I have a small plan.
Right now, I want to take some time to work on things that I enjoy. To start setting myself a different type of goal, and rediscover that promise I made myself in January to do something positive and productive each day. I want to find and focus on what is going to make me happy right now, and hope that it leads me down the right path in the long run.