I wrote a blog a week or so ago “When I grow up…” about what job I wanted to do when I grew up and the opportunities my daughter has today. Whilst writing it I got to thinking about my life now , and I’ll be honest with you, I don’t have a profession.
I’m 31 years old and I don’t have a profession. That’s worrying to me. REALLY worrying!
You all know my story by now, sorry if you’re just joining me, (“To Louise, from Louise” and “Follow your Heart? Follow your Head?” will give you some background to my life.) but basically, I did my senior year of high school and college in the USA, studied sociology and psychology, played basketball, got injured, moved back to the UK, coached Physical Education in primary schools for a few years, loved it, started moving around with Mark, worked as a classroom assistant in an international school, did a little nanny work, took another course through the Open University in Working with Children and Young People then had my daughter. That’s it. My adult life in a sentence.
I’ve been blogging now for 4 months so I’m thinking about doing a course in writing but worry that I’m just floating around with no purpose.
I think about everyone I went to school with and my group of friends and see them in successful careers, with job security, homes, married, some with kids. With purpose. So many people my age have a career.
I’m not there yet and to be honest, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to work with young people, be a social worker, a youth worker, a counsellor, something along those lines, but I keep thinking maybe that ship has sailed. Or has it? I mean, I still think I could be a professional basketball player!!
Though I’m happy with how my life has turned out thus far, I did think at age 31, I would have a career of some sort.
Is anyone out there in the same boat as I am? Is 31 too late to start a new profession, or in my case, start thinking about my only profession?!
I’m really interested in your thoughts here….or advice!?