The Truth about Making Career Changes

The Truth about Making Career Changes

I'm pretty real on this platform, if you have not noticed yet. I'd like to think in normal life, I'm moderately direct and real as well.

I recently made a career change. It was very difficult to commit to because I had so much stability going for me. But they say change is good right?

Right. Well, wrong. Well, right and's the truth about making huge life changes.

When You Try to Plan Out Your Life

I think back on 2016, and it seemed as if I was playing the longest game of dodge ball ever. It was like I was starring in one of those 90's American movies where the scrawny preteen suffers from multiple war wounds during the dreaded P.E. class. 

One of the bombs I had to dodge was one that I never anticipated facing so early on in my career: layoffs. Yeah, that "L" word. 

To sum it up without boring you, it was essentially 5 months of playing a corporate limbo game, wondering if there is any point putting any effort into your work since you're not sure if you're getting a paycheck in a few months.  

So, how did I deal with this? Depending on what phase of my life you knew me, you could be surprised or not fazed at all.  I drank a lot, smoked (hookah) even more, stopped working out, and stayed up way too late on weeknights, only to wake up and do it all over again. My work day consisted of me sitting outside with my coworkers, contemplating new sources to obtain money if we lost our jobs. Yes, we (jokingly) considered starting up a meth lab in a trailer, Breaking Bad style. That's what my degree is good for right? 

I wavered dramatically between being a reckless teenager and a stressed out adult. I would wake up every morning and repeat to myself that it's not the end of the world if I lost my job, but would come back from work feeling crushed that the layoff date was one day closer.

It was an incredibly demoralizing time in which I had to learn that you can't plan any shit out. You never know when some blemish will stain the perfect life you had planned to paint. When you want something to be crimson red, it'll turn out hot pink. In the end, you step back and admire your life mural from a broader view point and realize that the hot pink looked better anyways.  I'm not going to say that I always practice this, but I have at least adopted it. 

I'm never going to be passive in terms of painting this life mural. After all, you're the only artist who can start and finish it. But at the same time, if something doesn't turn out as you envisioned, that's when you keep going and turn a blemish into an inspiration. 

And that's what you call a masterpiece. 



My Job Killed My Creativity

Dramatic title, I know. 

But it's the easiest way to explain why I started this blog in the first place. First of all, who even bothers to read blogs anymore? It almost feels like I'm shoving this slice of the internet into the crowded shelves of the fashionista and mommy blogs. 

I can't help myself from trying though. Here I am, 2.5 years out of undergrad, practicing the #adulting life (on a part-time basis), discovering the world, adventuring through the harsh beauty of the outdoors, ripping through my comfort zone, converting more strangers into friends...and still feeling like I am not entirely exploiting my capabilities. 

I'm still not sure when that moment really hit me--it could have been during my daily ritual of drinking masala chai while checking my inbox or during a treacherously long ascent to a summit in the Sierra Nevada. Either way, I had to figure out what was wrong.

It wasn't until a friend brought up the idea during our morning gchats that I should start blogging about my hikes and travels. In fact, many of my college friends associate me with blogs as I made it a point to wake up at 6 am (in undergrad!! voluntarily!!) to savor each post in my feed before I had to drag my ass to chemistry lab. I even tried blogging (anonymously) for 1.5 years until engineering threw an axe at all of my favorite past-times. 

And as many of us know, once we press the "Start Adult Life Now" button, a lot of our creative channels that we used to explore in school start gathering cobwebs and losing its luster. Instead, I adopted a nomadic lifestyle and found myself in a tornado of travels only to find myself anxious for the next trip.

Well now here I am, taking a deep breath and feather-dusting off my neglected predilection for writing. 2.5 years ago, I could never have envisioned the life I greet every day. My time spent away from the rigid Lego models of city life have resulted in mature musings and pre-mature blog posts.

It is now time to grasp my creativity once more and find karma in the outdoors.