A few weeks ago, we launched the hunt for Go Think Big’s new blogger. We wanted to find someone who could voice all the hard, infuriating and challenging parts of job hunting faced by young people, and make us laugh too. You lot didn’t disappoint. We had over a hundred applications and after a LOT of deliberation, we managed to whittle the list down to three people that stood out to us the most; Emily, Leila and S.J.
Now it’s up to you to decide who you want to be crowned as the voice of Go Think Big. We need you guys, the readers of Go Think Big, to take a look at Emily’s blog post below, then check out Leila‘s and S.J.‘s and vote for your favourite. The person with the most amount of votes on Monday 27th March at 12pm will be our next blogger! Got it? Let the voting begin!
Emily’s blog post: Did I grow up according to plan?
I used to assume that having a plan meant that it would happen. My watertight plan was: go to university >> get a degree >> have a career >> get a house >> get married >> have children >> be rich and happy. It was my list of things to live by, influenced by the expectations of family that had followed a similar plan (we’re working on the ‘rich’ thing). So, the plan was put into action. It was after I graduated that I realised that just because you want a career, it doesn’t mean you’ll get one. It also doesn’t guarantee that when you get a job you’ll like it. Or that it will make you rich. It took me about ten months to get a permanent job. The plan hadn’t factored in ten months of job searching and taking on temporary jobs as a stop-gap. It hadn’t factored in the countless rejections that no-one warns you about. The plan was too smug, too assuming and, frankly, too ambitious. My natural impatience combined with regular “how’s the job search going?” questions from well-meaning friends and family meant that my anger levels at my situation rose like the energy bar on a sleeping Sim when you press fast-forward.
Looking back, my plan was formulated from what I thought I wanted, possibly not what I actually wanted. I was using ‘plan’ as a noun; I had the proposal for what needed to be done but hadn’t thought about ‘plan’ as a verb – how are you going to do it? Much like planning your dream wedding when you’re so single that jokes about being a cat lady stopped being funny two years ago, (I swear that has never been me…) I was imagining a life with a job and a house when I was still ticking those ‘unemployed’ boxes on job sites. In short, I was seeing too far into the future without having the means to get there.
Everything changed for me when I had a moment of spontaneity and randomly decided to do some travelling. This was a decision that was most unlike me. I quit the job that had taken me nearly a year to find, packed a bag and lived for three months with no plan. It freed my head and made me realise that I had been trying to force a square peg into a round hole by sticking to my original thoughts of job + house = happiness. Maybe it will one day, I hope it does. For now, I know that I’m not ready to be completely tied down to a career and mortgage. I’ll get there eventually but I’m comfortable in the knowledge that I’m not there yet. I used to fear the question “what’s the plan?”. Now I look forward to it, relish it and love the reactions I get when I give my answer. My name’s Emily and I have no plan. There, I said it. And it feels just right.