In the final months of university I was so overwhelmed with the last few pieces of coursework that making a ‘plan’ for what happens next just didn’t happen, at all.
I am a self professed terrible multitasker, and getting wrapped up in my work was subconsciously an excellent strategy to avoid making plans and decisions for the future. But the deadlines came, and went. The feedback came and went, the last day came and was over before I knew it.
I woke up the following Monday and literally had no idea what to do with myself.
To summarize, these were my thoughts on the end of my university adventure;
1. YAY no more deadlines
2. No more student loans (AAAAHH)
3. Did I pay my library fine?
4. I will miss my tutors, well most of them
5. Now I can get stuck into those Netflix series I was waiting for
6. Am I a professional yet?
I felt like a fledgling bird awaiting the smush on the pavement. I am still teetering on the edge of the branch waiting to jump off. Writing is such a self motivated career and many writers are self employed who work on a freelance basis, which is pretty overwhelming. University prepared me for most of the post student – self employed transition, but it doesnt make starting out any easier.
I am making plans and researching future career options currently. I officially finished uni one month ago and I feel like this is still the ‘recovery’ period. I didn’t go to Glasto this year so sitting on the internet trying to be an adult and work out my life seems like an adequate substitute.
– In other news, I DID pay my library fine, so that’s something.
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