I was told all my life that I should go to school. That I was smart and could do whatever career I wanted. That a degree would lead to a good job. That I’d have financial security.
I’d be all set for the rest of my existence.
So I did.
I’m not going to tell you the rest of that story. Honestly, it’s getting old. It’s exactly the stereotypical millennial “get out of university and face the void of a jobless future” kind of sappy existential crisis story line that we have all heard too many times.
I’m personally over it.
I’m over feeling sorry for myself and pretending I don’t feel sorry for myself.
Truth is, we all feel a little sorry for ourselves when our bank account overdrafts once, twice, too many times.
I got asked the question of all questions last week.
“What is your career?”
She didn’t quite put it that way but that’s what she wanted to know. I can decipher a 7 year old’s between the lines inquiries really well now after 2 years on the nanny job.
She wanted to know what my “real” job is.
I had to say the dreaded words, “I have no profession”.
“I do many things”.
I don’t know if my answer was satisfactory but for once I felt more than okay with it.
I’m still not so sure what these things are that I actually do but I’m happy.
I want a life of unprofessional doing of many things.
Ultimately, this is the story of not being tied down to a particular path.
The one I want to tell instead of that old cliched millennial trope.
It goes something like this:
I got out of university with a degree in psychology. I learned so much about the world and most of all myself.
I realized going to grad school wouldn’t make me happy so I didn’t.
Being around kids always made me happy so I took a part-time job as a nanny.
Having time for myself makes me happy.
Writing makes me happy.
John Lennon famously said that when he grew up he wanted to be happy.
That’s what we all want in the end.
I feel like that’s the story I want to tell, over and over again.
And I don’t care if this one becomes a millennial cliché.
Maybe I’ll be a master of some trade one day but it sure won’t be in trading happiness.