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.