This is my first post in a new space. I've blogged before, but I hid my identity. Now I am taking the plunge into vulnerability. I am a tadpole. Swimming parallel to a whale. Sometimes against it, and sometimes in unison.
So, who am I? I'm a 27 year old trapped in a 20 year olds body. I get triple ID checked everywhere I go. I'm a film student, and my passion is writing. I'm about to graduate, and then who knows. I am bracing myself for the task of finding a job as a writer. I am taunted by unemployment prospects. I want a job that I love, a job as a writer. Beggars can't be choosers though, right? So perhaps its time to admit I may have to embrace that slap in the face with my cheek held high. Taking a job I hate, in a corporate world. Last time I tried that I was either overqualified or too inexperienced so where does that leave me? Do I erase my Masters degree from my resume and hope that someone will hire me before the economy crumbles yet again? Can I battle the boredom of menial office tasks and the monotony of the 9 to 5? Or do I fight to write? Fingers crossed I get the answer soon.
It's a whale of a world out there, and I'm not sure if its ready for little old me, but I guess it is time to test the waters.