Sowing the seeds

I’ve spent the last three months waking up at 5.45am, walking my dog at 6.15am, catching a bus at 7.30am and walking down St Georges Terrace at 8.10am. I worked a 7.5 hour day where I mainly answered phones and pretended to look busy when I had very little work given to me. After four years of uni and a heavy HECS debt, you start to wonder – is this all I studied for?

Tomorrow I’m starting a new role in a marketing position at a charity. I can’t say that I imagined things would turn out like this, but as I mentioned in an older blog post, this year has been rather topsy turvy.

On the plus side, I’ve always wanted to work at a not-for-profit that actually makes an important contribution to the betterment of society. It’s a reason for getting up in the morning and for achieving a sense of fulfilment. Jobs aren’t always about the money.

Anyway, it’s exciting! I feel somewhat old, I feel like I don’t have that much in common with friends who are still at uni anymore – even though I have 2 units to go on my marketing certificate.

Like a good friend said to me recently: “I feel like I have something more in-store for myself.”

More than a relationship, more than stalling time, more than the daily grind.

Also, my HPV story.