Perfect plans always disrupted by imperfect realities. Like when I showed up to a school with 15,000 students - way too big for me - in upstate New York - where it starts snowing in October - to become an engineer - literally what - four years ago. Somehow those big, imperfect for me, details got lost in the perfect plan of whatever.
In the last six weeks the scenario’s become perfect job at perfect company disrupted by the imperfection of me only being 22 and actually having no clue in hell what I want to be when I grow up.
Is that happening now? Growing up?
You don’t realize how much you like dictating your own life and being creative (not artistic, I don’t claim that for myself, but maybe in the process of developing an aesthetic) until you’re bound to a cubicle in Excel all day. Granted, those are your worst days and the others are peppered with something that leaves you feeling satisfied and even fulfilled. But sometimes it feels like those Excel days suck enough for the rest.
My own amazing boss, the most perfect part about the whole equation, even called the job a golden cage.
Be a mini CEO and grow the huge brands who grew you – for the shareholders. Got it.
Life’s a lot bigger and wider on the other side of a college diploma. So big and wide that you might just get swallowed up if you don’t take the millisecond to realize you’re getting swallowed. Or that in a few years, you’ll be totally digested by your Fortune 500 machine.
But, it’s probably where you’re supposed to be right now because even you know that you don’t know shit.
Strike it on your own where? And how?
Life’s so big and wide that it’s easy to get swallowed up. But life’s so big and wide that it’s imperative that you don’t. Reinvent the imperfect wheel again, and again, and again, and maybe we’ll end up where we think we’re supposed to with more days peppered with that something fulfilling than with God awful Excel. Or maybe during iteration one million of that imperfect wheel we find that they’re actually the same.