I started this blog as a soft new year’s resolution. I didn’t formalize that, since we all know the label is useless, but it was poetic in a small and pleasing way. Like any resolution, it wasn’t going to become a big, life-altering thing, but I knew that going in. I just needed a creative outlet for a few months while I endured a temporary retail job. I’ve proven to myself that I can write in a way that resonates with people. I’ve learned that cold documentation of video games isn’t emotionally fulfilling. I embrace that I can’t stick with a difficult, regularly scheduled activity that isn’t education or work.
From the beginning of the year, I knew what I needed to do: get into electrical. I had learned about myself while waiting out the pandemic years, and I was ready to make a decisive move. I was left hanging on the program’s wait list rather close to its start date, but I happened to get laid off right before I got the acceptance message.
Between my past college failings and my years of reflection, I know what elements of my personality can and cannot be helped. I’ve been proactive in speaking about them and more willing to stick out if it keeps me sane at minimal inconvenience to others. I’ve been crushing it. Not every day is good, but it’s getting easy to recognize when there’s a genuine problem and when it’s all in my head.
Now I’m in the program’s last month. Looks like finding a apprenticeship in my area won’t be easy, but I’m willing to find another brief job. There are some more industrial types I haven’t dealt with yet and should be fine in. I don’t have a new year theme in mind yet, but I’m not going to sweat it. I have direction.
