Life is not a waiting room.

My high school experience, like my disposable teenage years, was epic chaos. As mentioned in my previous entries for perhaps the five hundredth and sixty sixth time, THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR PARENTS DECIDE TO HAVE A MESSY DIVORCE.

Between jet setting to San Francisco and Perth constantly, high school became an insignificant blur.
But I won’t dismiss my instable education choices solely on the state of parental affairs. Being a Libran I’ll admit, I’m indecisive, easily deterred and rash.
So came the time I was able to become emancipated from both my parents and was finally able to steer my life in a direction I wanted, I foolishly based my option for tertiary studies in Business and Hotel Management on a couple of memorable trips to Vegas. A diploma later, la de dah. I manage a hotel. But when you gradually begin to develop a severe sociopathic twitch in your left eye every time someone approaches you, you KNOW that hospitality is NOT FOR YOU.

It was time for a career change.

I recall before I signing on to study PR, meeting Keith Critchett. I was explaining to him my current situation of choosing between an internship as a Business Analyst at IBM or returning to studies. He casually asked me what fields I would be interested in working in and it was almost subconscious when I absent mindedly uttered “…Public Relations.” Funnily enough, he noted that he was the lecturer of the PR department! He then preceded on and asked the life altering question, "What do you want in life?" Instantly the image of one of my favorite albums by the band Senses Fail labeled: “Life is not a waiting room” came to mind. In that moment it dawned on me; you can’t sit in self asserted limbo and expect life to go in the right direction on its own.

I don’t want to lament on a life, unfulfilled which is why I have a duty to myself to live it.

And what an amazing experience it has been since taking Central on board. I'm putting it down to the fact that I was young and dumb in the past, but now, I can truly appreciate what a passion in learning can bring! More and more each day I feel fortunate to be bestowed with an opportunity to work with people from all facets of life, lecturers that are industry professionals in their fields, class mates with different aspirations and goals all with individual traits and talents that I can be confident in regarding as future partners in the workforce.

It’s taken me a long time to decide on what field of work I want to do but now, it seems that with every class I experience, the place I want to be in life is not far out of reach on the horizon.

Coco Chanel once quoted: "There are people with money, and there are people who are rich."

I WANT TO BE BOTH.

I don’t want a job that will slowly envelope me in brain atrophy.

I want a CAREER that can enrich me with more than monetary means (cancel that, the money thing is a big factor,) but I feel life will carry more meaning if I had passion and a sense of purpose in the profession I choose.

Strewth to anyone who says your profession doesn’t determine who you are.
That’s why I intend to finish this course above and beyond what is expected of ME, because at the end of the day, there isn’t anyone pushing me to feel accomplished but ME (and my insufferable desire to own a jet.)

Ideally, I would love to work in the music industry or be a columnist in a magazine. But I am also open to a lot of different industries and am willing to take on extra studies if need be for areas such as mining, government and charities. If I am lucky enough to get an internship after Diploma at Central, I will be happy to work part time and attend Curtin University to get my PHD in Communications and or Marketing. My goal is to be a “Doctor” without all the messy, bloody stuff.

And who knows? Come post retirement, I would love to become a lecturer myself in reverence to the people who enabled me to buy my own jet.

Professor Wendy; I like the sound of that.