Adulthood.
Land of full-time jobs, benefits, vacation time and 401ks.
Housed within a fortress of mile high, steel walls.
Guarded by employers fending off the inexperiences.
Meanwhile, those with connections inside, are flown in via helicopter or smuggled in through the holes in the wall.
That may be an exaggeration but that's exactly what it feels like. I know many people who are in my situation, who desire consistency and an ample salary to do the things we all need to do.
I have grown weary of the retail world and I want to regain the humanity years of retail has stolen from me. I want to wake up and not dread my job. I want to be happy and work and make a living. Is that too much to ask?
Apparently so...
In May, school will send me information and before long I will be flying away to Europe, passport and visa in hand. With it fast approaching, I have begun to really really think about what I want from my life.
I want to be happy and to quit wasting my time with things I don't even care about. I want to write. I want to love my job. I want to make a difference. I want to help people. I am sick and tired of feeling trapped by my work experience.
I want someone to see my potential and drive. I want to be respected. I want to be taught. I want to be loved. I want to prove to people that I am not what I seem. I want to cross the threshold into the unknown and pave the way for others to follow suit.
I am bold.
I am impassioned.
I am driven.
I am me.
I am capable of doing anything.
I just have to find a way to make people see it. I must make them have no other choice but to see it.
