I know that somehow, there’s a plan for me.
Or maybe plan is not the right word, because it would imply a too-great reliance or belief in some kind of organized, omniscient masterminding, which I really don’t buy into. But I’m not sure what the right word is. A purpose? No. A reason? What I mean, really, is a a-ha! moment when you realize that everything leading up to this made sense. Like, say, completely hypothetically, you get divorced at 27 and even though you're SURE that it’s the right decision it’s complete shit and you don’t really know what hit you in about every aspect of your life for the next two years? But then right before turning 30 you realize that this handsome co-worker you really like is actually the love of your life? At this point, you know that the shit made sense, you know that the shit had to happen in order to bring you to this, going through the shit was worth it, the shit is redeemed.
Bref. I understand that at some point, down the road, I’ll probably look back at my current career purgatory/limbo and be able to say that. I’m willing to give you more time. No problem. Whatever has to happen, happens.
But… Could you throw me a bone, here, universe? Would it be possible to just… give me a hint? Send me a sign?
Because my friend Meg suggested I do so, I’m putting it out there. She swears doing this breaks down some kind of unconscious dam which then allows you to start making it happen. I have every reason to believe her.
And very much feel I have nothing to lose.
The five things I want most in a job:
And my three dream jobs:
- Lifestyle freelance writer (I know I’m doing that already, but I mean for realz, so that it’s enough to make a decent living)
- Magazine writer/editor/content coordinator
- Advertising/PR/Communications agency writer/language specialist
I thank you for your time, universe. And please don't forget me.