It’s been said more than once that I have a three month threshold.
When I hit the three month anniversary of anything, I start looking for the next adventure and I didn’t think it was true until tonight.
I’ve been in Australia for 14 weeks, 3 and a half months, and today I started looking at moving back to England, London specifically, and going back to university to study Marketing.
I’m 26 and I’ve really started worrying that I don’t have a life plan. I was speaking with a girl at work (who is also on a Working Holiday visa from England) and she mentioned that it was strange that another colleague didn’t have a career plan. She seemed genuinely flabbergasted that I didn’t have a plan and I’ve been wondering whether it really is that ridiculous.
In interviews, they often ask where do you see yourself in 5 years, and I’ve never had an answer for it.
I just want to be happy.
If I’m in a job I love, with incredible people around me, and I’m happy, that’s enough for me. We can’t all have a life plan. Or should we?
As I mentioned in this post, I’ve had so many dreams growing up that I never knew which one to try. I’ve worked in an event planning venue, retail, bars, debt collection, a college, a law firm, a recruitment company. And while I see that as having a wealth of experience across several platforms, recruiters see it as “jumpy”. Inconsistent. Disloyal. Unreliable.
Being in Australia has taught me something. That the UK is SPOILED for incredible, affordable fashion. Australia just doesn’t have that. If you’re not a yoga bunny, then you’ll struggle to find something you feel amazing wearing (well, I know I have. Thank you H&M for helping fix that!) and the underwear scene is practically non-existent.
On the flip side, I walk out of my flat, look left and see the sea every day. You don’t get that in the UK. You get freezing winters, having to drive miles to the seaside, and politicians who just want to see the world burn.
In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m really struggling to work out what the next step for me is.
There was a suggestion of sponsorship where I work and at first, I thought it was the answer to my prayers. A few weeks later, I’m questioning if I can create a life in Sydney.
I’ve been in 2 permanent jobs in the last 2 years, and I stayed at them for less than 6 months. I think I looked at my mum in the same job for 16 years and she would come home and say “just another day, only 43 left until half term” or something equally as uninspiring.
Don’t get me wrong, my mum is my hero. She raised 4 kids on her own and we never wanted for anything. I just never want to come home from work to say “just another day, only 2 days until the weekend.” You spend so much of your life at work that you should love it more than you hate it.
So now I’ve identified my problem, I need a solution. I’m a puzzle person, so there’s a solution to this, I just need to find it.