I am probably (scratch that, I am most definitely) the worst adult ever. Okay, so that might be a little over-dramatic, but it’s always how I’ve felt. I don’t mean to be a bad adult, I just have always felt like… I am. I mean, I still live at home (have to pay that student debt off, am I right?), I still get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep and I absolutely will still eat ice cream for dinner and not even second guess that as a choice I’m making.
Here’s a recap of what my transition from school into adulthood looked like for me:
When I was done university, I moved to Asia for a year because I had no idea what I was doing with my life. I literally ran away from adulthood, and moved to a place where I was surrounded by kindergartners during the day and teachers that were also addicted to partying (and running away from their own realities) at night. When I came home to Canada, I went back to school and reverted back into the mentality of getting good grades with the hopes of getting a great co-op that could land me an awesome job. That co-op for a large telecommunications company ended up giving me so much practical workplace experience, but when my 4-month internship was up, there were no full-time jobs available in that field for me. However, there was a freelance broadcast producer opportunity open and even though I never thought I would want to be a promotional commercial producer, it was, well, a job (okay, more like a job-ish sort of deal, since it was freelance).
I never really had a moment of when I felt like an adult throughout this period in my life. I mean, I still had no idea how to do my taxes. Taking a visit to the doctors office still made me cringe. If I could choose between playing hooky or working… well, it’s pretty obvious which one I’d choose. Even though I was technically working and had a job, since it wasn’t full-time and I was only in the office around 3-4 days a week, I didn’t really feel any substantial difference in my life. And since I never really wanted to be in broadcast, it never felt like I was in the right place.
Then, something amazing happened. A couple of months ago, I was contacted by a recruiter for another company that was interested in hiring me for a new role they were creating! The best part was that this position was for a role that would be more focused on web — an area I was way more interested in. Even better, it was full-time. A full-time job with benefits? Talk about adulting. The crazy part is, I’ve always held up so many standards of what I wanted done by the time I turned twenty five and getting an adult job was one of them. Guess what? I’m actually turning twenty five this weekend. It’s strange how everything just sort of fell into place.
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So, now I’ve been at my new adult job for about a month now and I have to say that I’m really enjoying it so far (let’s hope I don’t jinx it!). Sure, it can be stressful at times, but that’s life and I’m just trying to learn the most from this experience. Is this was being an adult feels like?