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While looking for a frame (stressing about finding your place in the career run world)


Hello again, it has been a while. The reason I haven't been writing for so long is that I've been writing work applications about 100. I have also been back home, felt happy and then again quite hopeless, not sure on where I wanted to be, but I knew it was not staying in that spot again. I needed a move on of some kind a fresh chapter. I hoped to find work within my own field, within something that would get me one step closer but turns out it was even harder then I thought. I asked that question "please just let something happen"... and sure enough the next day I am booking flight tickets, and now I am in London. Oh what an week it has been..

Sometimes the things you seek out for turn out to be something that just does not feel right, you have to listen to that voice, work hard and try all you can to reach your goals, but accept that sometimes things can not roll in the speed you want them too. A different turn for a while might be just what you need. To prevent yourself from getting cynical, maybe slightly mad and to gather your strength for the next 40 years when you will have plenty of time to do all that anyway.

And do not stress about what other people think. What do you think. ?

And yes sometimes we do not know what we think about our own choices either , But do not worry, I think a lot of us right now (in this economy) find ourselves in a place where we just do not know. It is a relief to know that we are not the only one feeling lost. 

That leads me in to another thing, The job market, the careers that are going nowhere or just standing still, maybe we fell of the carriage for a while. We might feel like we are not as worthy, but it is important to remember that no matter how much it means to us we are not our profession. We are so much more. We are all those things in between. That is who we are, And if anything, that is what we should always strive for, each and every day. 

You might have challenge finding that fitting frame, but never lose that piece of art, because jobs might come and go, but You are here to stay. 

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