A friend asked recently what I was working on this summer, and when I listed it all out, I was quite surprised at how much I had on my plate. Current projects include:
a) working on a surrealist NaNo novel about flipping a coin
B) continuing to work on my young adult fairy novel and my middle grade eating disorder novel
c) working on a career guide for new college graduates and
d) starting a career coaching business with a friend here.
E) reading a metric ton of fiction
F) finishing my narcisus and robin hood paintings
G) painting a lord of the rings painting for a friend and building her a miniature clock knot
H) making art dolls again
All of these things have me insanely busy. I have been reading, researching, networking and thinking about the career coaching nonstop for months now, and that has definitely been my biggest time sink since my summer break began. I’ve read several books so bad that I simply cannot mention them, enjoyed You Majored in What? Mapping Your Path from Chaos to Career and The Start-up of You Adapt to the Future, Invest in Yourself, and Transform Your Career and spent hours in the archived blog entries of Generation Meh and Study Hacks
Part of me, this overly honest part of me that is by nature pessimistic and full of doubt, wonders why I am doing this. I am not some hugely successful entrepreneur, my own path to job happiness was frequently one of being lost and feeling hopeless, and as much as I love my work life– both the day job gig that keeps me in cash and my extensive creative ponderings that keep me in spirit– I am still suffering the generational effects of too much debt and no clear ladder to financial stability of the sort my parents had. I read negative comments about career and lifestyle writers promising wealth and happiness who only achieved personal success by selling these dreams to others, and worry that, even if I succeed in my honest goals of helping people find their way out of the post-graduation-doldrums as quickly and painlessly as possible, people will still say similar things about me.
The thing that keeps me from bailing out are the people who have asked me to do this. A friend online who kept pushing me to write a career guide that didn’t suck after we spent forever ranting about the ones we had read. Two friends who have peppered me with questions since their graduation to the point where I’ve already taught a lot of the critical material. My sister looking to get into white collar work without a degree. My indefatigable coaching partner who says at least once every business meeting that I have good ideas worth getting out there where they can help people. If I decided not to keep working on this, those people would be sad.
Which means, if the only thing stopping me is fear (of failure or success!) than I really have no choice but to just keep soldiering on and hope for the best.