I don’t know about you, but university did not cross my mind when GCSE’s kicked off. Some people have their calling and know they are going to be doctors at four whereas I’m still eating cheese and onion crisp sandwiches and drinking cheap wine in my mid twenties. After about 6 minutes of deliberation and swayed by the fact I only had to go to college three days a week I left school to study Beauty therapy – just incase you were thinking about doing it yourself it’s an underated course and if you want to be a therapist it’s a great place to start. Makeup and skin care became my thing and when your Nan keeps telling you you’re more of a “practical” person you do start to believe it. Beauty didn’t last forever though I’ll always have a deep love for improving skin. One too many massages put me out of action forcing me to leave the spa, there was a food company somewhere in between and then I found my current job doing reception and practice development. Thank god because I couldn’t sell one more pork belly to a drunk chef.
Both of my sisters have degrees and I can’t quite decide if I’m not as accedemic as them due to the fact I haven’t got one. Just the other day my Mum was pondering on what pictures to have up and it was decided “Right, I’ll have both graduation pictures up there and one of you” *que silence*. I laughed it off, said I’m the best looking sibling and she can have a picture of me hugging a bottle of wine if she really wants but it got me thinking, I haven’t got a picture of a great educational mile stone to go on the wall. The uni memes, bali pics and the ‘life is so stressful posts’ used to get on my nerves but was it just because I was jealous? Did I wan’t to be Dr. Geller? WHAT IS MY LIFE IS IT TOO LATE!?
The answer is of course no, it’s never to late to do anything if you want it enough. But what would I do? I had no burning desire towards any degree and lacking in a few A-levels (when I say a few I mean none. I have zero) it was going to be an almighty feat and all that debt for what, so I could go on the wall? Maybe it would feel like I’d lost my independence I tried so hard to get and have to rely on others. I counted back from ten and that was enough to put a pin in that panic fueled idea for good.
Working as soon as I left school did help me in other ways. We managed to buy a house at 23, I’ve got a strong work ethic and I know I have to work even harder to stand out with no qualifications behind me. Thinking back though I didn’t really miss out on the leisure activities that come with university. I definitely racked up some debt from the ages of 18-21, still managed to find people to have sex with me despite being socially awkward and still drank just as much. I’m so proud of my sisters and friends who have worked so hard over the years to acheive their degrees and are now in their roles bossing it. We all know for some careers there is no option but university in one of it’s different forms and hats of to them but it’s okay if your thing, like mine, didn’t require it.
Whatever career called you, you fell into face first or you’re aspiring towards you are no less successful than anyone. Blogging full time and creating content is a career I dream of, but I don’t feel unsuccessful because I’m not there yet. Of course I have moments when I rock back and forth wondering why god why aren’t I drinking coffee in a cafe that’s way to cool for me on a Monday afternoon but it passes.
Success is a personal to each and every one of us and the definition differs for us all. Success to me? It changes all of the time but I would say to have passion everyday for what I’m doing, enough money to be able to go on holiday, time to enjoy my family and friends, make a positive impact on someone somewhere and a good glass of wine in the bath. I’d love to hear your thoughts and we’ll catch up soon.
Lots of love,