So, I’m in my second year of Uni soon to be third, with the term about to end and a long summer ahead. It is at this time dissertation topics are starting to be discussed, work experience is being organised and the ‘f’ word is mentioned a lot. Not the four letter one but the ‘future’.
What a terrifying, heart-stopping, soul-destroying little word.
I used to think I had all the time in world to decide what I wanted to do with my life, but it is clear that time is running out. I have people asking me “So what are your plans for after Uni?” left, right, and centre.
I’m twenty years old why do I have to decide now!? I want to scream and say “I DON’T KNOW, DOES ANYONE KNOW?” Instead I shrug and respond with: “I have no idea” but this isn’t entirely true.
I have a half plan, well it’s more of a dream.
In an ideal world I’d graduate with a solid grade and a dissertation to be proud of, armed with a CV that will blow my competition out of the water. I’d save money and travel the world. Then come back to a well paid job I love, find a boyfriend and settle down.
Am I asking for too much?
Most definitely, and I know at least one of these is highly unlikely (like getting a boyfriend) but a girl can dream. But it’s just that a dream. You can’t really plan anything. So when someone asks you: “where do you see yourself in five years?” you could say a load of spiel about where you plan to be but five years is a very long time. It’s 1,826 days, 43,824 hours, or 2629440 minutes. A lot can change in that time.
I used to have a fool proof plan:
Plan A:-become a famous writer with a stream of best-selling novels under my belt, maybe a few movies adapted from them and memorabilia.
Plan B: – become a singer and perform in bars. This would have been a perfect plan if I hadn’t realised I’m not blessed with the ability to hold a tune.
Plan C:-beach hobo, yes this was a serious plan. I thought if all else failed and I couldn’t get a job I would live on the beach in a house made of rubbish and eat fish that I caught.
All the best plans are three-fold and come on they were damn good options.
However now my plan seems to be to take one day at a time and I only plan up to the next deadline. My future plans are just that, part of the future, and future Ellen can deal with them. The present me would rather think about what’s for lunch and whether it’s acceptable to watch more than two episodes of Dexter when it’s 2 am.
The 5 year plan is something no-one can stick to, life gets in the way of plans. You can’t plan it; one choice will cut a new path. So when people ask me what are your plans? I say I’ll see when I get there.