I do contract work, so that means every few months I change jobs and for the most part I like it. I don’t get stuck anywhere especially if I am not that keen on it (I may or may not have commitment issues, but that’s for another post).
Of course there are pitfalls such as lack of job security/stability, having to look for a new role every few months (which is like pulling teeth) and the restrictions in career progression, however I’m at a point where for my own personal goals I need to secure a permanent role. Thing is there isn’t a role that makes me want to jump out of bed and therein lies part of the problem. Whilst there are positions that pique my interest and would provide some sense of purpose, but its still just so blah.
Earlier today whilst discussing career opportunities with a friend, in jest I said that I resign from the search and I am just going to sell hair. We laughed till tears came out of my eyes.
Needless to say, I am not about to sell hair or am I? I’m creative being and I need the license to, well, create and not be restricted.
The goal would be to sufficiently excessively sustain myself from doing the things that I love (one of them being writing) and that’s a work in progress.
This stage of my life is aptly called ‘Winging it’, but that’s part of adulting isn’t it? figuring shit out.
When I do get some semblance of what/where the hell I am doing or going next, I’ll be sure to let you know.
If you don’t have a clue what to do, keep moving, be proactive in trying out new things, don’t restrict yourself and certainly do not give up, persevere.
XO
P.s Just proof that we all have moments where we don’t know what we’re doing, you’re not alone 🙂
