At the grand old age of 22, I guess I’m now what you would call a ‘grown-up’: a full grown, supposedly fully functioning human being who has a full time job, pays rent and council tax and complains about the price of gas and electric.
However, in a lot of ways, I still don’t feel quite like an adult. Mostly I just feel lost and adrift and like I haven’t got a clue where I’m heading, but I’m starting to realise that everyone kind of feels like that at times. You don’t just wake up one morning and know how to perfectly organise your finances or get the best deal on your car insurance (although Money Supermarket is probably a good place to start!). It’s all learnt through experience, which is why all those more ‘adulty’ adults like your parents seem to have it all figured out.
Personally the main thing I feel that is holding me back from ‘growing up’ is my career, or lack of it. I’m still working in the same retail job I was at part-time throughout college and university, which, a year after graduating is not what I imagined myself doing (not that retail isn’t a viable career, it just wouldn’t personally be my top choice). But what do I want to do? That, I feel is what’s held me back since finishing university. I have had no idea what direction to go in, so I’ve simply remained stationary.
However, recently I’ve been putting a lot of thought into it. Everyone is familiar with the outlandish things kids come out with when asked what they want to be when they grow up – astronaut, actor, rally driver, Kim Kardashian (what is the world coming too?). But when I was a kid I always said I wanted to be a writer. The outlandish part was that I wanted to be the next J.K. Rowling and be richer than the queen, but the actual title itself, ‘writer’, is surely an achievable dream? And maybe I got lost somewhere along the way, but I realised it’s still my dream to be a writer, that I am a writer, even if I haven’t technically been published anywhere but here on my little corner of the internet. This blog is proof that one of my main passions in life is the written word, whether I’m reading other people’s or crafting my own, and one day I hope I’ll be lucky enough to make a career out of it in some shape or form.
So to conclude this rambling, I’m Laura and when I grow up I want to be a writer. What do you want to be? Whether you’re 22, 38 or 63, it’s never too late to decide what you want to be when you grow up!