Right now, I am sitting in a chair with my computer in front of me, staring at the television, which is turned off.
That is not the most compelling way to start a story, but it is how my professional life has panned out thus far. I must say, it would be easy to look at that as a disappointment. However, there are plenty of things to be excited about also. I am recently married to a beautiful woman, I recently moved to a new town that has been more affected by the economy than my previous residence, and I have a supportive group of friends and family.
As a recent college graduate, the struggle to find work is an ever present reminder that perhaps I would have been better suited at Kohl's than college if I wanted a job in this economy. I picked a course of study unappreciated in this work environment, English and Latin and have been struggling to find a place even in the most mundane of entry level positions. A large electronic retailer told me I was not qualified to work there, and I have heard the same about other entry level positions. It's not that I blame them. It is a buyer's market for workers, and I would certainly take the experienced worker over the liberal arts major. Despite my initial excitement in searching for employment, this too has become mundane.
That is what has started this. I need work. Before I can get work, I need experience. While I have been looking at entry level positions, in the back of my mind is what I really want to do: write. Throughout this process, I have been wondering if there was a job that would just pay me to think about current events, art, religion, politics, and occasionally topics like sports or cooking. This is my ground work for that job: freelancing.
Life is exciting. Life is mundane. This is life, and I intend to make the most of it.
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