Can the Career Gods hear me?
For a 26 year old you would be surprised how much I have managed to cram in career wise, you name it, I’ve probably dabbled in it at some point or other. From working in a toilet roll factory as a receptionist, to chasing my dreams and succeeding and dancing round the world on a cruise ship. But, my problem is it’s never enough... I always want more, better. My question is will I ever be able to find my career happiness when I have lived my dream and chose to leave that life behind me?
I started this creative outlet as I like to call it, as a way to express the noise going on in my head that I deal with daily. I have always written in a journal since I was as young as 15 and always found it a beautiful personal therapy for all that was going on. Now I feel ready to share it with whoever is reading and intrigued to find out if I have a friend here.
This could be my first lengthy, personal, opinionated post yet and I am basing it on a topic I always find myself questioning. Where to next?
From a very young age I danced, and dance was my complete world. School came second growing up and whatever little interest I had in school, it didn’t really matter as I was going to be a successful dancer and travel the world and grow old on the west end stage until it was my time to retire and the curtain call came. My collection of thrown finale roses would be swooped up and dropped off in my dressing room as I sit there in my satin robe sobbing in my own what do I do now with my old, worn out self?
Crashing completely back down to earth, here I am asking myself that exact question only I am 26, without the stage, roses or silk robe.
Now don’t get me wrong, I personally feel I had a good run. For a girl that wanted a stable relationship, around the world career, stability and a city life all in one (quite tricky let me tell you), I managed to do a good 4 years professionally seeing the world and boy was it a ride. Everyday waking up in a new country, living the ‘easy’ dancer’s life as the other crew members would call it. Leaving the ship finding the nearest shopping strip followed by a restaurant/bar and drinking it dry, it wasn’t a bad life. Nevertheless, as the 4 years and continuous contracts came nearer to an end, I couldn’t help in true Sasha style think about what was next and that I need to move on.
I worked in a bar, as a waitress, did a few stints in Selfridges men’s and women’s wear which I loved as that’s when I found my true passion for fashion around that time. A girl from Leicester who always appreciated a good outfit (Thanks Mum + Dad) I couldn’t help but thrive off the determination to be as stylish as possible when I moved to London. You either came with a different Image or attitude than the person next to you or you were just a small fish in a HUGE pond. I was the small fish, never really had a distinct individuality and floated alongside whatever trend was in at the time. How you are missed American Apparel Disco Leggings, I didn’t eat for a week to purchase them bad boys.
A little more time spent and my mind soon wandered from retail. That’s when I fell into the Interior Design/Kitchen industry. Another skill/experience under my belt.
As you have probably guessed I am currently at my next leaping point. Where to next? And this time, I want BIG!
I want to be creative, be progressive, constantly learning and enjoying waking up and looking forward to where I am heading? I realise that I made the most of my performing career considering my own circumstances that I could, but surely there is something out there that will give me the same buzz as performing did? But, what?
I have been asked many times, what do I want to do? Or where do I see myself? The truth is, I really don’t know, and I can hear that extremely loud clock ticking. Styling, Marketing, Writing, Managing, Events, Personal Assistant. I am constantly juggling if that is the right avenue I want to head down and how to get there successfully.
** insert paragraph about how I really regret not listening in school **
Anyone else feeling this certain way? Or is everyone reading this holding it down with a university degree, a recent promotion and a long distant future secured for the company they are currently working with. or am I being a drama queen?
I am such a driven, passionate female that at the end of the day wants a good wad of money in the bank at the end of the month to fund my high street wardrobe and overpriced one bed flat in NW2. I am also willing to put in a shit load of hard work to get there and say with pride I actually love my job. What that job is? I am yet to find out.
In conclusion, the question I ask myself repeatedly and I want to ask you guys too.
Women & men will have to work until their 67 by 2028, Is the place you are now the place or the stepping stone to where you want to be until your 67?
I suppose you could call this my first grumble, vent, frustrated post of Sasha Moment. Personally, I feel this is necessary. An honest cry for help in the right direction and looking for a few friends here to share this cry with. I don’t take things for granted, I have a current full-time job, I have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat and people who love me.
I guess I just want to feel a constant energy, positivity and endless possibilities when it comes to my career and even with all the guaranteed ups and downs, this is what I love to do and it’s all worth it in the end. Does this exist or am I living in a big dream world?
What are your thoughts? Are you a stuck 20 something year old like myself who has this imaginative, busy mind and at a bit of a loss as to how to put the plan into action... if so, you aren’t alone girl. Here’s to hoping god has a plan for every one of us.