A little over a year ago, I was out of work, broke, and doing nothing with my life. I had dropped out of college due to a complete apathy with the American Collegiate system (a topic for another blog) and seemed to be going totally nowhere with my life. I wasn't looking for work for a whole list of justifiable reasons in my head at the time. (that job is stupid, that job doesn't pay shit, that job looks like it just is exploitive of stupid and gullible people, etc.) I survived by the good graces of my family and little else.
I was bogged down with what seemed like an endless list of possibilities. Questions about what I should be doing with my life, combined with a depressing feeling of failure and rejection, to create an especially toxic and debilitating mix. Put simply, I was a retreatist in all senses of the word.
Finally my godmother (who is basically like a second mother to me) told me something that I think everyone should hear, especially those who are feeling down on their luck like I was. She told me, "so what? Life still happens, with or without you. Your life is still going while you sit around and try and figure things out. Just go and do things, ANYTHING, and life will come to you."
A short while after that, a very good friend of mine gave me a break. He told about a job running food at one of the bars he worked at was opening up and he wanted me to apply for it. Without anything to lose, I applied. As luck would have it, one of the bar managers who knew me from when I would come in to visit decided to give me a chance. His only question was, "are you in shape? Can you run up and down stairs all night." I lied and told him I was. He gave me the job.
I wasn't in shape at all. I had gained a lot of weight during my idle years and wasn't in any shape to be on my feet 10 hours a night running up and down stairs carrying trays and bins (occasionally later, empty and full kegs) but I had made a promise to my godmother, my good friend and myself that I was going to stop with the excuses and simply work my butt off.
I am here to tell you a year later that I have not been this happy with myself or my life in a long time. This bar job is easily the best I have ever had. In a year I have learned enough that the management has moved me to a bartending position one night a week, while I barback 4 other nights a week. I make enough money doing my job that I have paid off all of the debt I had with people during my idle years, built a kickass gaming PC, and am still saving money for a possible trip to Europe soon: something I've always wanted.
How the hell did I manage to go from doing nothing with my life to landing the best job I could have ever hoped for? Simple. I got lucky as fuck; but it took a little doing on my part: I stopped with excuses, I stopped expecting to just land a high prestige job just because I was told that's what I should be doing by my family or high school teachers and I stopped thinking like an entitled brat. I simply just wanted to work and I landed a kickass job that I never would have even considered as a career while I was in school.
I am in the best shape I've been in since high school, I am making more money than I ever have before, I am working somewhere I legitimately love, and for the first time in my life I feel like I have something I can consider a career without feeling embarassed or ashamed about it. It all happened because I finally decided that doing SOMETHING was better than doing nothing.
TLDR: This blog is a big bragging rant of how well my life is going compared to how shitty it was going before. Feel free to judge me negatively or take a positive message from it as you will.