I always thought it would be easy. I would graduate from high school, go to college, graduate from college, and then continue on to graduate school. It sounds pretty easy and simple. I did pretty much what was laid out for me. I followed my plan and followed what others expected from me. I thought to myself a few times "Am I a follower?" I knew I had to have an education growing up and to get a degree. I mean, after all, that is consistently instilled into our brains since day one of elementary school. Again, I followed what I thought I was supposed to do.
So, I pursued college in my senior year of high school and started the journey of my undergraduate degree right after. I changed my mind on what major I wanted to study a few times in college until I found what I truly wanted. I actually came up with a decision that wasn't what others instilled in me. I was happy to find something I knew I could do well in. I thought to myself get through school and you can start your life. Why is it that I wasn't living my life when I was in college? Perhaps it was the stacks of papers due within a week or so, the many exams that I needed to prepare for, or maybe working & doing school at the same time was the ticket for disaster in itself?
I just knew I wasn't living. I became consumed with worries, stress, agony, and exhaustion to even think about doing stuff for me. At the same time I was motivated to get done, get my degree, and start a career. I was consumed by my future to even think about my present. I was pursuing my future happiness instead of pursuing a current one.
It was my senior year of college and I finally thought I was running towards the finish line. I can finally catch my breath and get a break. All of a sudden, I started hearing classmates talk about graduate school. Professors giving us information on what is needed to apply and how this will further our opportunities in the field. I began getting advice from professionals in the field. "What should I do?" That was my common question that I kept asking others, instead I should have been asking myself.
The replies were of course: get your masters, just finish it, you will make so much more money, it will open many doors. I knew they were right, and I knew that I should just "get it done". So I applied for graduate school, got accepted, and finished my senior year. I had a month to process graduating with my bachelor's degree and to begin the start of my graduate studies. I took an entry level job in my field. I didn't question if I would like the job or not because in my head, "It's a job in my field, there is no way I would not like it." Until, I started the job and I ended up dreading every day. I would come home and just cry. I would tell myself, "Is this how I'm supposed to feel in a job that is in my field?" I was shocked, astonished, didn't feel like myself, and then I woke up. My head and heart weren't matching up and I knew my life wasn't supposed to be on this journey right now.
I finally realized that I have been the follower all along. I never followed the person I should have been following; myself. I think I learned the most these past three months since I graduated with my bachelors degree. School has been my entire life, my identity;the path I always took. My comfort zone; you could call it. I did not realize that you can become burned out from school just as much as being burned out in a career. I was confused because I did not know what I wanted to do in my field. My field is filled with possibilities and yet I did not have any thought of possibility with what I wanted to do with those possibilities.
I started thinking "should I really continue with furthering my education in my field, a field that I was completely confused with?" Why? I kept asking myself, why am I furthering my education if I knew I needed a break? The only answer I could come up with was: I don't want to disappoint others and that I might as well go down the path that a lot of my former classmates were doing. Again, I was furthering my education because of others. At that moment, I knew I needed to make a decision. It was time for me to stop being the "follower" and start being, me. I decided to take the risk and give myself a break. I knew I would eventually go back to pursue my masters, but it was not the time right now.
I still don't know if I made the right decision. How would we know if we make the right decision? Everything is a risk and life is very uncertain. What I know? I know that I finally made my own decision. A decision that will alter my path momentarily in life. Instead of writing papers, studying for more finals, and attending an internship, I will begin a new routine. One that I have never tried before throughout college. That routine is pursuing my current happiness, a routine that I forgot about my whole entire life. I truly am taking my own road that has been less traveled by.
This is a chapter of my story and one that I know some people can relate to. The relation of uncertainty, taking risks, and pursuing what is right for you.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. Go find it.