After Austin I was so incredibly lost, it was as if someone had come in and quite literally pulled the rug from under me. My dad had made it seem like getting a job and moving onto adulthood from the magnificent, protected pseudo-adulthood that is college was easy and maybe it was in 1977 or even 2007, but after the economy crashed it simply put was not, even for those of my peers that knew what they wanted to do.
It is funny now as I reconnect with friends from long ago they all say the one thing I knew in college and way before…. I did not and was not cut out to sit in an office for 8-10 hours a day. When I recount to friends how I have been working with a career coach and realized that the office thing is never going to workout for me the resounding answer from anyone that knew or knows me well is “I could have told you that!”. You were always the dreamer.. the person that never quite fit in the box, the hot pink crayon in the neutral section of the box. Continue reading “Dreamer”