If you’ve followed me at all through my trials and tribulations since graduating college, there’s a good chance you’re probably already wondering:
What on earth is this crazy, reckless job-jumping chick doing now? Has she finally lost it?
But to be entirely honest, I think I’ve actually found it.
In roughly a month, I’ll move to Chicago to pursue my relationship as well as an entirely new career path — one I should have known better than to talk myself out of years ago. Anyone who’s conversed with me for any length of time recently knows what I’m talking about: I want to become a flight attendant.
When you think about it, it actually makes a lot of sense for me: A transient craver (just made up a word) of new experiences, people, places and general chaos and mayhem. What better way to achieve that than to put my office at 35,000 feet with complete strangers and a new city every night? (I’m currently elbows deep in the very long application process and will hopefully have news very soon. 🙂 )
I thought about pursuing this career in high school, but talked myself out of it to go a more “traditional” route. But I think we know by now that I am anything but traditional.
I’ve been wrong about a lot of things:
- I thought I would thrive and attain career/personal fulfillment from working a traditional journalistic environment. I didn’t. While I’ll always have tremendous respect for journalism and the people who pursue it, the “traditional” path isn’t for everyone. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
- I thought if I went through the motions enough, things would start feeling right. They didn’t. And that’s OK.
- I thought I would never move somewhere without a job/exact plan. Looks like that was wrong — and I’m very glad.
- I never thought I would leave here with somebody — but it’s very true when they say that kind of thing happens when you least expect it. And I’m so thankful.
So there you have it — all the things that were on the tip of my tongue. There was a long gap in my blogging for several reasons, but a major one was that I was afraid of what I might say. But now, my resignation in and a month away from a brand new life, I can safely be the open book I tend to be.
For everybody who’s offered me conversation, advice and general support these past few months, you’re my favorite.
Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll hopefully see you soon in the friendly skies!
Until next time …
Peace, love & fairy dust,