For the first time in seventeen long, long years, September is not the start of school or university. I’m definitely glad to have finished formal education but I feel like September will be a kick-start month for me for some years to come and I’m not mad about it. As soon as it came around this year I felt super inspired and motivated. I know it won’t last as long as I’d like so I’m capitalising on it while I can.
This September marks the beginning of my professional career, kind of. I’m starting a ‘proper’ job, whatever that means. I dreamed of being where I’m at now exactly this time last year, unbeknownst of what the year ahead had in store for me. Whilst my peers were starting work and beginning their next chapters, I felt like I had been left behind and it wasn’t for lack of trying. I went through application after application with no real success and it was nothing short of soul crushing. One year on I can safely say that I needed the time. It’s been a good year; I’ve enjoyed my final year of student-hood and I think I’m now ready to ‘adult’ and stuff.
I can only describe my feelings towards my new nine-to-five as near identical to those moving from primary school to secondary school. Everything is new, I get that anxious/ excited feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I think about it and I know it’ll be a restless night on the eve of my first day. Will I make friends? I hope I make friends. I’m sure I’ll make at least one friend.
It’s also the start of me blogging, evidently. For real for real this time. I’ve spent most of my educational career writing; it’s something I’ve always enjoyed and would like to continue but in a less academic capacity and in a more creative one. Like many other twenty-somethings I have no concrete plans, career wise – or anything wise if I’m being truly honest – but I’m very much looking forward to figuring it all out. During this strange trial and error period I am hoping the blog will be an outlet for me, maybe even a journal/diary type situation if I’m brave enough.