When I was in college I had a sense of security. I was still protected from the harsh financial struggles of life. My full-time job was my education. I had a part-time job for awhile but it was not necessary. Most people were like me, and took out extra money in student loans to pay for housing & food. This, naturally, allowed me to be idealistic about my future. Of course I believed when they told me my degree would mean something and help me get a job, and of course I believed them when they told me that they would personally help me find a job after school. Well, those things didn’t really happen. I was no longer protected and no longer supported. I had left the nest of everything that was safe and familiar.
I had to work to keep a roof over my head and food in the fridge. I am privileged and very fortunate that I have a mom that would never let me be homeless, but I was still responsible. It was incredibly difficult to find a job, let alone a job that I actually wanted – something that would allow me to feel fulfilled and that my $200k education helped provide me. It’s hard to break into a creative agency or industry. Everyone wants people with experience and it’s hard to get that experience. Internships weren’t an option. They were all unpaid, paying in “school credit” that no longer applied to me or paid in “learning experience” which we all know is bs. Yes you may learn things, but you want me to work 40 hrs/week and not pay me? I can’t be an intern and have another job on the side that pays me enough to make a living. I mean, minimum wage jobs are bs too because it’s impossible to pay for rent and all of your bills with a minimum wage job. I was forced to take a job that didn’t pay me that well and that I didn’t enjoy that much, because I had to. I also had to use my credit cards to pay my bills, because it was literally a ‘how are we going to get through this month?’ — I didn’t have the luxury of worrying about the consequences of this impending debt.
I was left feeling so depressed. I didn’t feel any sense of fulfillment in my jobs, as much as I tried – and I was just getting by, basically. I needed a creative outlet, which led me to photography, something I’ve always been passionate about, but it was more than just a hobby that I needed. I started to combine my photography & my writing, but I started to take it really seriously. I did tons of research & started studying on how I could really make this blogging thing a serious endeavor. Although I do not make enough money off of this blog to have it be my full-time job, it’s something I treat like a career. I continue to study & research, I plan & outline, I schedule – and I work my ass off. It would be amazing if I could make this my day job, but you know what? I didn’t start blogging to make money, I did it because I am so incredibly passionate about it. I love having control over what I create. I love using my voice to share my experiences and finding other voices to share theirs. It has become my new nest.