One of the biggest lies we’re told as children is this:
Do well at school and you can get into university and then you can get a good job.
Whilst at school, we’re told repeatedly to enjoy these, the best days of our lives because, one day, we’ll have to deal with “real life” and it’ll be a shock to the system.
Not to mention that many kids are dealing with very real issues even whilst they’re at school, I don’t think anyone would suggest that “real life” post-school is the same as what we’re used to in our childhood and teenage years. We all know and have experienced just how different the two are and, for lots of us, that difference is jarring for many reasons.
I’ve been thinking an awful lot about one particular reason that school life and adult life feel so different for me, and maybe it’s the same for you too?
So, I quit my job. It is both the most and the least adult thing I have done for a long time.
You may have already worked this out if you follow me on Twitter/Instagram, and you might be aware that I’m currently trotting about the ol’ globe like a recent graduate. Or, if you happen to snoop on mine & Claudia’s conversations, ‘cause she’s the only person I’ve told in actual words. On Twitter, ofc.
You may have seen some of the travel snaps on Insta and thought “ay up, she’s got some cushy job that allows her to travel” or maybe “she must have some holiday allowance”.
Ha, nope, unemployed life.