The word transition is incredibly on-brand for my particular set of beliefs. I believe that when executed correctly, transitioning is the key to success, both personally and professionally. It is not a one-off for making decisions, but transitioning helps us fill the gaps in our lives, and helps us to make moves or adjustments informatively and responsibly.
During my four years at University, I felt a specific void that couldn’t be quantified: from lecture to lecture and from party to party, I coasted, knowing that something was missing; I continued to search for a means by which to discover it. And, I think I should clarify that those years for me were the antithesis of formative, despite being the first time I was on my own, under the guidance of no one, and thus, had ample time for self-discovery. Seemingly, this was the perfect chunk of my life to sort out my career path, my self-worth, and really hone in on and define myself, with several years as transitional periods to make finding me and defining my future that much easier.
I genuinely hate speaking on behalf of others- the main essence of my brand is helping people to define themselves people by their strengths and qualities and not by societies supposed labels, to help them recognize that the only eyes they see from are their own. But with that being said, I believe that the notion of transitioning is beneficial to everyone, and on any scale. After graduation, I didn’t have any wiggle room for even a smattering of transition; I moved back in with my parents, worked odd jobs, and rather quickly, sunk into a slump of frustration, transition sold separately.
Society really shouldn’t brow beat its constituents into following a set of rules or career paths, but the general rule (across the US specifically) is that upon graduation, young 20-somethings graduate and immediately begin working in their field or begin their second degree, with very little breathing room or time for inner speculation. I began to wonder: are there others like me? I deeply pondered if there existed other Becca’s- those, who deep down, felt something was missing, and the supposed and run-of-the-mill chain of events down the path called life was the antithesis of what defined them, and they needed more.
I questioned, over and over, do we get afforded the time to find ourselves after the whirlwind that is studying day and night? Do we get the chance to travel or to explore the possibility of other career paths, while sorting out our insides, to assure that the career we start or the partner we meet will be the right one? I felt, through time and transition, it was my duty and god-given right to find out.
This is the first post in a series of posts detailing my transitional phase at age 22- how, through taking a break and deep soul searching (mixed with over-eating and frustration), I was able to find my calling- emotionally, geographically and professionally. For me, transition was one of the best gifts I was afforded, and something I continue to take into consideration in whatever I do.