I have so many issues to reconcile before I join the work force full time.
I’ve spent the past month and a half working full time at a job I didn’t really care anything about. Being a receptionist isn’t a bad deal, but it’s just not what I want to do with my life. My passions lie elsewhere.
The forty hours I spent there each week have reminded me of a valuable lesson, though. Part of my calling in this world is to work, and in doing so, I desire to use the gifts I’ve been given. I’ve learned over the past six weeks that most of my waking hours will be spent at work. By the time I got home every night, I only had four or five hours before I hit the hay.
Now, this isn’t so bad right now as a single woman. Someday, though, I’d like to get married and have a family, and ideally, I’d like to be able to devote a bit more time to them than that! I don’t want to live for the weekends – I want every day to be worth my rolling out of bed.
Perhaps I’m an idealist in this area. But my work has got to mean something to me, or else I just don’t think I’ll be able to hack it in the “real world.”