I grew up in a small town. I went to a high school that was next to an ice cream stand, and a corn field. Most likely, you're parents went to the same high school, if not one nearby. After graduation, most of my classmates jumped onto a well beaten career path. I chose the path to go to a 4-year college. From my graduating class of 63, about 20-some of us went to college the following fall. Half went to the local community college, our valedictorian went Ivy League, and the other half went on to well known Universities.
That was just the next step. With the influence of family and friends, you chose a path. The path we chose depended on who our parents were, and what our friends were doing also. So for me, that was the logical next step in my life. After graduation, the next step for me, was to move to the city. I so longed for more hustle and bustle in my life. I also moved for more opportunities.
Now, after being in Pittsburgh for almost 2 years, I find myself wanting even more. I blame all of this on my trip to visit a sorority sister in NYC this past October.
Once all of those places (30 Rock, Trump Tower, The Plaza, etc.) became real, tangible, and in front of my face, I felt so ambitious and driven to become a part of this little area of the world. The weekend I spent there was so much more than meeting up with old friends and having a good time. My eyes were opened and I realized that the world had so much more to offer. Most importantly, I realized that I want it.
So as I'm contemplating my next move, I realize that I don't want to fall in line with the rest of us 20-somethings who are trying to get promoted at their current job, or working for tips or commission while trying to obtain a higher paying job. I'm not exactly sure where this step is leading me, but I know this is the one i should be taking.
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