Society Defines Us

I think the last time I logged into Tumblr was when I wrote my last post. 

Sorry. 

I re-read what I wrote and it was surprisingly candid - and still very much true. So I thought I would update on what has happened since then. 

I’m now almost finished with Uni *parents cheer* and after 7 years in higher education, I am preparing to say my final sayonara to lectures, assignments, workshops, tutorials, working late in the library (as if I really did that anyway), deadlines, essays, awkward silences where no one wants to answer, worrying because you actually don’t know the answer, and best of all, terrible, expense, university coffee. 

I do not have a job lined up for when I graduate, unlike many of my peers and I continue to tell myself that that’s okay. The only person putting pressure on me, is me and it may take a little longer than others to find a job, but d’you know what? That’s okay. That doesn’t mean you are a failure. Someone made the point to me that our careers are going to be around 40 years long. That fact, while depressing me among other things, means if it takes you six months, a year, 18 months, to find an employer who wants you, and you want them, then what does it even matter in the grand scheme of things? This applies to any career, not just law. 

So I’m remaining optimistic - sometimes. Sometimes I just have a big moan and  a pity party. Sue me. 

Actually please don’t, I won’t be able to defend myself, I’m not a lawyer yet.

I’m a Real Adult!

See, I capitalised it and everything. 

I’ve been Adulting (?) now for about a year since I graduated Uni, and it’s going....well...its going, lets just say that.

With that all important 2:1 in the bag, I whiled away the final months of what can dubiously be described as my final summer doing as little as possible, drinking as much as possible, and going to the Edinburgh Fringe.

Everyone moved away (that’s what you get for making friends with the English!) and I started looking for a job. Thankfully, and surprisingly, it was a short search. I started working in albeit a call centre, and it was great! 

When that first payslip came in. Oh. Boy. 

I had went from (almost) minimum wage for two days a week, to working full-time for a (not to brag) considerable salary. I thought I was rich. I was rich! For the first time in my life I actually had proper money. 

What did I do? What do you think I did?

If you guessed: opened an ISA and put it all away...you’d be wrong.

Suddenly everything had opened up. Poor student no more. Rich working man, hello! Drinks were on me, Marks and Spencer’s was suddenly the go to supermarket (I wasn’t stretching to Waitress, I’m not made of money, Jeez!), I became Amazon’s best new customer, and underwear sales went through the roof. What says extravagance more than expensive boxers?

Anyway, it was great, and for several months I was sweet luxurious bliss.

That was until I decided to go back to Uni.

I had said to myself, I’m going to take a year, decide what I want to do, and take it from there. The pressure of deciding at 21 what I wanted to do with my life was just too much. Everyone else seemed to know what they were doing, and I had zero clue. 

So that’s what I’ve spent my year doing. Thinking. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going back, to re-train. My first degree in Psychology primed me for the fact that I’m not going to be a psychologist. So I’m U-turning and going back to do a conversion Law degree, and train as a solicitor. 

Who knows if its going to work out? Who knows if I can afford it? What if I fail? What if I succeed? What if I don’t like it? What if I love it?

Who knows?

Time will have to tell, but in September, I’m going to be studying law for the next three years and here’s hoping it pulls in all the money as well! I’ll be needing it!

Until next time, 

Si.

P.S. Working on a new project at the moment, something totally out of my comfort zone, if it pans out, I’ll let you know, if it doesn’t, tough shit, you’ll just have to guess.

It definitely has tumblr. It has. 

Having been preoccupied with my other blog, I am now back! 3 cheers? 

Okay, maybe not then...

But anyway, I’m back!

Having just arrived back in Edinburgh from Coventry where I was away with work all weekend it night to be back, with a lovely glass of Roija in hand.

Its cliche but true, there’s no place like home. Its good to go away, its good for the soul, to visit other places, talk to new people, its exciting and thrilling. But its all about that return to serenity for me.

Your own bed, your own sofa, the complete lack of a need to justify sitting in your underwear just because you feel like it (a decidedly comfy pair of red A&F, might I add), the smell of your house (your flatmate’s hairspray, and bleach...), the view from your window. The familiarity. That’s it.

Its unbeatable, there is no feeling like it, and its different for us all. Its interesting, we all share in the same experience, yet each of our experiences is different.

Wait, that’s a bit too philosophical, maybe its the wine.

Anyway, I want to focus now on building my blog a bit more. What shall I post about I here you ask? Who knows, would be my answer to you sir! Mostly it will be the mundane workings of my life, work, and struggle for life meaning. Perhaps it might be minutely interesting to some of you, perchance there even be a bit of humour, maybe even a risqué picture or two...we’ll have to wait and see!

Anyway, I’m here, I’m blogging. Onwards and upwards!