‘Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to from here?’
“That depends a great deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat
‘I don’t care much where-‘
‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat
‘- so long as I get somewhere,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the cat, ‘if you can only walk long enough.’
I am once again delving into Wonderland but once again for a valid reason. You see, for all my research and education in marketing, advertising and communications in general I’m still not sure where I’m going. That is why I have kicked up my roots and shot down to London Town. My thinking being a lot easier to judge a landscape if you can see it. Makes sense right?
I have to say it feels good to be here. I’m filled with equal parts excitement and gut wrenching fear (Ok, maybe 40-60) but that’s the healthy thing to aim for. I couldn’t take sitting on the sidelines of Norfolk, watching everyone try and not give it a go myself. I went out for a few drinks last night to celebrate my new housemate’s birthday (and on a sub-level, my arrival) and there was a bit of awkwardness when people asked me what I do:
Well I do advertising… well, not yet… but I want to do some… not like Mike (who does facebook ads etc)… but creative ideas and writing… and stuff… well kind of… so what do you do?
It, is, awful. I suppose the good thing from my point of view is that my overthinking mind already compared having a job I don’t like but pays and being unemployed for a while until I get what I want and I stand by it’s decision. Still, I have to say it will be made painful by the fact that my current social circle consists of almost exclusively economists and bankers. Still I think it will work in the long run… I think.
So from here on out, it will just be me, my boots and this road without any signposts. As I don’t know where I’m going I have the luxury of being unable to take the wrong path – as long as I get somewhere.