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Back in July, when last we talked about this career journey (odyssey?) I’ve been on, I thought I was wrapping up a contract job in my chosen field. Turns out, I was lucky enough to be kept on for two additional project contracts, taking me all the way up to last week. This was great in terms of having steady income and a place to go every day. It was also great because, even if it wasn’t the perfect job, being able to work in the field I studied to work in was fulfilling in and of itself.
Slight digression: I know I don’t share what exactly I do or where I work here. We all draw lines of what we will and will not share. I’ve tried to keep my work life and my “blog” life basically separate. I’ll talk about work in generalities, but not specifics. It’s just what works for me and is by no means a perfect science, either. And it does not mean I’m a secret agent. Or does it?
Anyway, I was working on this contract, but still hoping for more: more stability, certainly, but also more challenge. I knew what I wanted to do and I knew what I was capable of, I just needed someone to give me the chance to do it. And then it came: an interview I walked out of simultaneously confident that I did a great job and nervous because I was pretty sure I had found what I was looking for with this company.
Right before we left on our trip to Cancun, I received an offer from the company which it took me about 5 seconds to accept. Yesterday was my first day. New jobs feel like the first day of school: who am I going to sit with, will anyone like me? It was a great first day. This position is immediately challenging, but also has a lot of room for growth and new challenges in the future.
It wasn’t an easy journey, particularly because setting off on this odyssey to figure out what I wanted out of my career was self-inflicted. That’s not to say it wasn’t valuable, but to simply tie it up with a neat little bow and call it done is to ignore all the things I’ve learned about myself, what I value, what I’m worth, and what I want. And it would also ignore the people who have whole-heartedly both pushed me and supported me along the way.
With only one day under my belt, I’m not going to say I’m where I want to be, but I can say that I’m on the path there.
What do you value most about your chosen career?