Did They Have Brains or Knowledge? Don't Make Me Laugh!
I graduated from BYU-Idaho a year ago today. Yep. It felt like I would never finish college, and now, here I am, a year later. Wow. It just... it slips by you so fast.
When I graduated from college I had all these different ideas of what I wanted to do with my life. All the plans led me down very different paths. I wanted to be a consultant. A therapist. A lawyer. A baker. A publisher. An editor. A librarian. A museum person. Yep. Working in a museum was on my list. And guess what? I work at a museum. A very successful, beautiful, new museum that is taking the nation by storm. A place where dinosaurs come to life and the architecture would wow even Frank Lloyd Wright. I know. I am so lucky. So blessed. So........ bored. I am so bored at my job. I really thought I would be more involved in the museum and all I tend to do is tell people not to eat in the galleries and direct everyone to the bathrooms. It is... boring, to say the least. I realized I was bored back in April, when I had my 6 month review. My manager asked me what skills I had picked up at this job, and to my dismay, I realized I hadn't picked up any. And not only that, but I was actually not using any of the skills I had picked up in college. After this realization, I started looking more at the different jobs in the museum. Do you know what I discovered? I did not want to work at a museum the rest of my life. I know. This was kind of a shock to my system, and I was really thrown. I didn't know what to do. I kind of was hoping that museums were my calling and that I would not have to revert back to my lovely list of plans that I wrote when I graduated... but, alas, the time has come where I can no longer lie to myself that I am going to someday fall in love with working at a museum. I'm not. I've accepted it.
So, now I have to take a look at my life again. Do you know what I've realized? I still don't know what I want to do with my life! Ahh!! That is sooo frustrating! How is it that I am 22, have had a bachelor's degree for a year, have lived away from home since I was 18, but I still have no idea what I want to do with my life? I know. I'm disappointed too. But isn't that what life is about? Making plans and having them fall apart? I guess I should feel grateful that God tells me no instead of letting me go on miserable for years and years and years... Yes. I will look at the positive.
Here's my plan for the following year: I'm getting two new jobs. I want them both to be in writing or publishing. Something to do with books. I plan on applying to grad school here at the University of Utah, and getting my Masters in History (or something...) next fall. Yep. That's my plan. And guess what? It will probably change. It always changes! Haha. But that seems to be the fun of life, isn't it?
So, that's the update on me. A college graduate a year later. Wow. How exciting.
When I graduated from college I had all these different ideas of what I wanted to do with my life. All the plans led me down very different paths. I wanted to be a consultant. A therapist. A lawyer. A baker. A publisher. An editor. A librarian. A museum person. Yep. Working in a museum was on my list. And guess what? I work at a museum. A very successful, beautiful, new museum that is taking the nation by storm. A place where dinosaurs come to life and the architecture would wow even Frank Lloyd Wright. I know. I am so lucky. So blessed. So........ bored. I am so bored at my job. I really thought I would be more involved in the museum and all I tend to do is tell people not to eat in the galleries and direct everyone to the bathrooms. It is... boring, to say the least. I realized I was bored back in April, when I had my 6 month review. My manager asked me what skills I had picked up at this job, and to my dismay, I realized I hadn't picked up any. And not only that, but I was actually not using any of the skills I had picked up in college. After this realization, I started looking more at the different jobs in the museum. Do you know what I discovered? I did not want to work at a museum the rest of my life. I know. This was kind of a shock to my system, and I was really thrown. I didn't know what to do. I kind of was hoping that museums were my calling and that I would not have to revert back to my lovely list of plans that I wrote when I graduated... but, alas, the time has come where I can no longer lie to myself that I am going to someday fall in love with working at a museum. I'm not. I've accepted it.
So, now I have to take a look at my life again. Do you know what I've realized? I still don't know what I want to do with my life! Ahh!! That is sooo frustrating! How is it that I am 22, have had a bachelor's degree for a year, have lived away from home since I was 18, but I still have no idea what I want to do with my life? I know. I'm disappointed too. But isn't that what life is about? Making plans and having them fall apart? I guess I should feel grateful that God tells me no instead of letting me go on miserable for years and years and years... Yes. I will look at the positive.
Here's my plan for the following year: I'm getting two new jobs. I want them both to be in writing or publishing. Something to do with books. I plan on applying to grad school here at the University of Utah, and getting my Masters in History (or something...) next fall. Yep. That's my plan. And guess what? It will probably change. It always changes! Haha. But that seems to be the fun of life, isn't it?
So, that's the update on me. A college graduate a year later. Wow. How exciting.
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