Life’s classroom

When I was eighteen, I worked at a cabaret restaurant for a couple of years. It was such an amazing time of my life; performing most nights and learning how to do makeup from my drag queen sisters.

I still credit Coco Chanel for how I apply my eye liner.

But there was one thing in particular that always stuck out to me; when people came in for their birthday celebrations, one of my co-performers would always announce that the birthday boy/girl was 21 with a couple of years’ experience. More and more I’m finding that to be an accurate statement.

I’m pretty sure I’m still 17.

Still trying to figure stuff out; who I am, what I’m doing, where I’m going, what I’d like to be doing.

For some, society dictates that we should be married, working a 9-5, driving the latest model SUV… when in reality, my mind is more set on being creative, helping young people discover a thirst for exploration, discovering and feeding my own curiosities on how the world works… and what that means for me.

I have 19 days left here at camp.

19 days to figure out what kind of job I want to apply for.

19 days before I delve into the job market of a completely different country and culture – where waiters make their money from tips; not an hourly wage. Where the number of “volunteering” positions on Linkedin almost supersedes the number of money-earning jobs…

These last few months of traveling and working here at camp, I’ve learned things about myself I didn’t think I even needed to learn, and now I feel like I’m about to delve head first into another lesson of life’s classroom.

Let’s do this.

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