Sometimes I get really scared that I will find a job and hate it. Spending 6 years in school is a long time to devote yourself to something that you aren't positive you will like, and it's especially tricky when you don't even get a chance to get your feet wet until the 5th year. Add on top of that a tough job market and everyone and their grandmother telling you to quit school and sell crafts, and you have yourself a frightening situation.
After a particularly rough day a few weeks ago I asked Charlie how much longer I had to work until I could retire, he pointed out that I haven't started working; what a low blow.
There are very difficult days, days when it feels like no one is improving, or no one appreciates what I am doing, and worst, days when it seems like no one cares. But then there are days when one of my clients speaks clearly. Or says /s/ correctly 95% of the time. Or gives me nice thank you cards and pictures they painted specially for me. Or when team members finally get on board with ideas you have been pitching for 2 months. Or when someone who can't communicate effectively navigates a communication device so quickly that it gives you goosebumps. Those are the days that make me sure I am meant for this. I really like fighting for the underdog and standing up for people who can't stand up for themselves. Any job that allows me to do that is worth 6 years of school, loads of hard work, sweat, tears, and a lot of tuition. Days like today remind me that I do like what I do, and I will like what I do. Days like today give me certainty.