A long walk

The thing about writing is that it’s a verb, not a job description.
Two days a week I am paid to write things. That’s right, someone pays me to write! Everyone break out the streamers and booze! Except the things that I’m writing are mostly this and this. But it still counts, right? It’s a step in the right direction
And I have learnt things. I’ve gained experience and experiences while working in this job. It will, as they say, look good on my resume.
But what does that even mean? The skills I’ve gained in this job will undoubtedly put me in good stead when it came to applying for heaps of jobs. Except… I’m not sure those are the jobs that I want.
I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about what it is that I want to do and, at the end of the day, the answer is pretty simple: I want to write jokes. If you’ll excuse corniness for a moment – the days I spent writing from the Good News Week offices were some of the happiest days I can remember. I loved doing that job, more than I can possibly articulate.
I guess that’s what I really want: a job that I can love. I don’t hate my current job, not by any means, but do I love it? Sometimes the highlight of my work day is eating a muffin, so much so that I save it as long as possible, eeking the anticipation out into the afternoon. There are mornings when I resent leaving the sunshine and going inside to sit at that computer for eight hours. But maybe that’s life. Maybe that’s what jobs are meant to be like.
Except I’ve done so many things that weren’t like that at all. I might not have been paid to do all of them, but I’ve had a bunch of jobs that I really cared about. I didn’t mind the ridiculous demands they put on my time because I wanted, very much, to be doing them. The late nights and early mornings and panicked phone calls were worth it because I never had to ask myself “Why?”.
It’s easy to think about this now from the relative security of full-time study and part-time work. But the end of that is in sight – I finish my degree in November and my job at the start of December. Next year I’m packing up my life and moving to the city. There have been a lot of things to consider when deciding which city to relocate to and one of those things is where the jobs are at. The thing is, I’m not sure the jobs are anywhere right now. The chances that I’ll step out of my degree and into the shoes of a comedy writer are incredibly slim.
So is it really better to take a job, any job, because at least I’ll be able to pay the bills? And if it’s a writing job, all the better because it’s a step in the right direction? No matter how many hundreds of steps away it seems from where I’m trying to go? Is there a point when, as a creative person, I have to start saying no? 

I don’t have the answers to these questions. I wish I did. I’ve been asking myself them over and over and over again. No matter how many times I try, I can never settle upon one opinion. I think I’d like to give saying ‘no’ a try, at least at first, and aim for the jobs that I really want to have. Then, slowly, I can start working my way down my list of preferences. I’m resigned to working toward my dream job, step by step. I know that’s how it works and I’m prepared for that. I’d just like to try and minimise the distance I have to walk.
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Further reading

December – home

I spent the first minutes of 2018 on the beach. I’ve never actually spent New Year