OH. MY. HOTFUDGESUNDAE. Okay, so the other day in my post, I mentioned that I’d been working on securing my internship for the Fall. I attended an orientation for Habitat for Humanity and was ready to turn in my paperwork for that internship. I had applied for another one, but was pretty resigned to not getting it.
Well…guess what???? I GOT IT!!!
I’ll be doing a Collections Management internship at the Institute of Texan Cultures. You may be thinking this is completely opposite of building homes with Habitat, and you’d be totally right.
What can I say…I’m an onion with a lot of layers.
Museum work has always been on the list of things that interested me. After all, I did almost major in art history. But as much as I’ve always been a rugged individual, I’ve also let public perception influence some of my choices. But guess what?? That’s not stopping me this time!
Do you know how many crazy looks I’ve gotten from people when I tell them I’m back in school for Sociology and Anthropology?? Because, of course, “a person of my age who’s going back for another degree should be doing something much more practical” (you know, like accounting or something equally cringe-worthy) and my degree choices sit squarely in the “not practical” column.
But guess what, y’all??? My degrees are PRECISELY why I’m getting to have this super cool experience! What could I possibly do with an Anthropology minor, you ask…? I’m going to work with museum collections! (Go, me!!! Take that, cynics of the world!)
During a time when it kind of feels like there’s just been one hit after another coming at me, I can’t help but soak up how fortunate I am to be having the experiences I can have, if I let myself.
I think as you get older, it becomes harder to be adventurous, and much easier to settle into a familiar, predictable world.
When I was laid off three years ago, I really had no idea what was in store for me next. But it has become such an awesome experience of experimentation, learning, and adventure! Since then, I started a business (read: a retirement plan), went back to school, met new people, learned SO MUCH, pursued “impractical” degrees, will be able to volunteer with Habitat for Humanity and see where that takes me, intern with and learn how to work with museum collections, which could open so many different doors, and have applied for some jobs that, God willing, will let me help make the lives of animals better.
That is kind of awesome for three years, am I right?? I really don’t give myself enough credit, now that I think about it. I feel so fortunate to be able to pursue so many different interests and avenues. The older I get, the scarier it becomes, but the older I get, the less I want to cave to the daily grind and monotony of an office job.
I’m so nervous not knowing what to expect, and putting myself in so many new experiences and environments all at the same time. But I’m not going to let that stop me. Because the anticipation of the unknown is really the hardest part.
There will be plenty of time to be nervous later. For now, I’ll just bask in the excitement of adventure and possibility.