A friend of mine had to come up with goals for a new job: health, personal, and career goals. This got me thinking, sometimes a dangerous venture. I am just over a month from my 27th birthday and sometimes I still feel like I have no idea what I am doing. Is there where I thought I would be? Honestly, I have no idea. I am not someone who has expectations of where I would be at 25, 30, 35, etc. I have direction and am not lost as I was in late 2010. Although let’s take a look at the name of my blog. I do believe I am still looking for something new. What? I couldn’t tell you. I also believe that you never really should stop looking for something new.
Health goals: Those are pretty simple. I want to remain healthy and improve my fitness and running. I have already laid out my running goals for the year and added a marathon to that list. I think I eat pretty healthy. I still enjoy feeding my sweet tooth from time to time. I plan on watching my diet more as I get into marathon training this year. Marathon training has always been the easiest way ever for me to lose weight as I have trouble taking in enough calories as I increase my mileage. I want to do a better job stretching and foam rolling. I am *considering* finally adding in some strength work, but I really hate it and I think it is more important to do the stretching and foam rolling right now.
Personal goals: I think that is pretty broad and well, personal . I have have some. I don’t think those will be shared on the blog. They are personal after all. Most important I just want to concentrate on being happy and let go of negative things from the past, which I am already doing.
Career goals: Wow do I wish I had some of those. Four years ago (cannot believe it’s been that long) I decided I wanted to go to grad school. I was sitting in a job that I enjoyed, but had no potential for growth at the time (silly hiring freeze). I was pretty underpaid, but that wasn’t really an issue at the time. I had a fantastic boss who helped me grow as an individual and professionally. She gave me all kinds of opportunities. I felt bad asking her for a letter of recommendation for graduate school because I had to tell her I was ready to moved on. We both cried on my last day.
Four years later I feel as though I have been on quite an adventure. I learned a lot in graduate school. I grew up as a person. But I have a job that is only so-so. I had a horrible time finding a job after grad school, which led to the mess that was the end of 2010. Moving forward, I like my job most of the time, but I hate it some days. Thankfully I haven’t cried because of work in over six months. I also happen to know that there is no way to work my way up in my current position. Sure I can get and do get an annual raise, but this is not a lifetime job for me. And I only kind of know what I would want to do otherwise. I have also gotten to the point where I question the time and money I spent on a graduate degree. I don’t think that is a healthy road to go down, but I tend to get in my own head and drive myself crazy. The thought of applying for jobs again cause anxiety.
So my plan is to think about what comes next. To come up with a plan. To find something new. Whatever that may be.