Feel Good Friday: Living Your Dreams

As of today I have exactly 10 weeks until I finish University for good, that's it over, adios, goodbye education. And as appealing as that sounds to me right about now, it's also the most terrifying thought in the world. I have to grow up, be an adult and get a job, pay bills and find my own life. If I had a dream, a goal to reach for, I think I might be a little calmer but as it happens I don't. I honestly haven't got a master plan, a life dream that I want to work hard achieve, I just have interests and ideas.

At the moment I pretty much have three solid (ish) options I can choose from. Option A, move back home and continue with the job I've been doing on and off for the last 3 years whilst trying to find a full-time job. This option isn't my favourite I have to say, in fact the thought of going with this option makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry. Then we have option B, to move back home and look for a social media/PR internship in Manchester hopefully in the fashion sector. This is one of the two that is a strong possibility, in fact this is the strongest possibility. I will be poor yes, but I will gain experience and hopefully get a job that I'm genuinely interested in and enjoy doing, which is pretty much my main goal in life. Then finally we have the big cheese, the scariest of all of the options, apply for BUNAC's Work America programme. This actually makes me want to run and hide when I think about it but I also get excited at the prospect of having an adventure! 

I plan to look more into the Work America programme, I need to really sit down with someone and see if I can actually do it. Because I graduate in July, I have a clash of availability. Most of the work is from June onwards but I have to be back in Cardiff to collect that diploma I'm currently working hard for. Oh and I'm also absolutely terrified about being on my own in a strange country that I have never ever been to before for about 4 months.

The easy option would be to go back to my old job and look for full time work, but taking the easy route is never exciting. I wouldn't be content stuck in a dead end job in a town I hate, I'm basically condemning myself to misery and why would anyone do that. But then there is the fear, the crippling fear of doing something extraordinary and unique, the fear of being alone and completely independent. But maybe that fear arises when we are faced with the right decision, maybe it's actually our bodies way of telling us the correct path through life. There's only one way to find out I guess.