I’ve always been super jealous of the people that have always known what they wanted to be. It always seemed like there were loads of them, when in reality it was maybe a handful of kids. But they were so certain that they wanted to be doctors or lawyers or police officers, and their certainty always cast a shadow of doubt onto me and my life and what I was going to be. Long story short: I STILL HAVE NO IDEA.
I mentioned in a previous post that University wasn’t the right path for me, and I stand by that, only now it feels like I was silly not to go and that a degree would actually be pretty good right about now. I know that I’m only 20 and I literally have my whole life ahead of me, but I want the here and now to be meaningful and worthwhile. Right now, it doesn’t feel like it is. I don’t know how to tell if I’m in my forever career or not, and having that doubt makes me think that I’m not. Plus, I don’t want to waste my time on something meaningless. Right now, everything feels meaningless. I have fallen down a dark, depressive wormhole and I can’t get myself back out of it.
I’ve always been indecisive like that, I think I’ve ‘settled on‘ more careers than days I’ve been alive, and they’ve always fallen through. There’s been teaching, psychologist, author, journalist, digital marketer – none of them seem to stick. I’ve only ever made it to actually being one of those, and I’m worried that I’m going to turn into that person who just jumps from job to job, never settling and never feeling satisfied. Although, changing jobs is pretty scary and I’m probably more likely to stay moderately unhappy in a career than hand in my notice multiple times because that shit is terrifying.
It’s really, really difficult to have any sort of idea about what’s going on with your life when you don’t have an end goal. At different times, I’ve thought I had an end goal, and now that the most recent one (the one I thought was the end goal) is now falling through, it’s causing all sorts of mental breakdowns and life crises. I felt good for approximately 6 months, thought I had my life together and my future sorted, and then the crippling reality that I don’t know what I’m doing sinks in and I’m right back to square one.
The reality that I have absolutely no idea what to do next is literally terrifying. The only thing stopping me from having a real, serious breakdown is writing this; writing is so therapeutic for me and the perfect way to let off some steam. Also, I’m hoping someone else can tell me they went through something similar and they’re okay now. How do you people without degrees become a person to look up to? Because that’s what I want. And that is not what’s happening. I want to be an inspiration for the other people that struggle in an educational setting – proof that you can get places without a degree. How do I actually do that?!
The main issue I have is that I don’t want to waste 4 years of my life at university to either not get a job at the end (if I pick a degree based on my hobbies) or to get a job I end up unhappy in because I picked a degree to help my career and then decided I no longer like that career. Someone just needs to beat the indecisiveness out of me because it’s my worst trait and I do not want it anymore.
My hobbies aren’t really things I want to have a job in. I do love to write more than anything else and I considered doing journalism for a while until realising I don’t take being managed very well and would hate to be told what to write about everyday (hence the blog). I’m also very interested in crime and the minds of killers etc, but psychology didn’t work out very well for me (too many numbers) and I can’t see myself wanting a career in anything to do with forensics. You see my issue?
I assumed digital marketing was the right path for me because technically, social media is one of my hobbies and it’s something I would consider myself to be quite good at. I love creating content for social media and it feels like a sensible career path because social media isn’t going anywhere, and brands need social media to get themselves going. There’s probably always gonna be jobs in social media. Shame I can’t see myself in any of them. I don’t have the skills or training or experience to do the marketing for a big brand or work at a super cool marketing agency that has office dogs (the dream).
I’m just really, really stuck and genuinely don’t know what to do. Is it a good thing that I’ve had this crisis so young and could probably make preparations to experiment with a few different roles over the next few years? Or do I need to stop being so fussy and just get on with it? Why couldn’t I have been one of those kids that was dead set on being a nurse from age 5? I don’t have the answers to these questions.
The layout of this post reminds me of when I first started dabbling with lifestyle posts and didn’t really know what I was doing. The official running theme of this post and my whole entire blog, most likely. It’s a bit disjointed and genuinely a layout of my thoughts as they came to my head – old school Lauren style.
I need any sort of guidance right now, any advice or helpful, reassuring words from people who have been through something similar. Basically, this is a cry for help and a “please give me money so I can be happy” prompt for brands to give me sponsored posts. Just kidding.