Rainy Mondays on a Tuesday

I was revising molecular biology on a dark winter evening when I got a rejection letter for yet another internship application. I was annoyed, but I wasn’t heartbroken. This is when I googled “I have no idea what I want to do with my life”. I decided I needed to work something out. I created this blog. Here I hope to find answers.

My google search revealed a really great post by Mark Manson entitled 7 Strange Questions That Help You Find Your Life Purpose. I’ve answered some of these questions below:

“WHAT IS TRUE ABOUT YOU TODAY THAT WOULD MAKE YOUR 8-YEAR-OLD SELF CRY?”

Manson mentioned this in his own post… writing. I used to constantly be writing or thinking of ideas to get down onto paper when I was young. It was my dream for many years to be a published author. When I was young I wanted to be adored, when I was older I wanted to be acclaimed.

These days I write a decent essay. But these assessed essays by no means fill me with the same joy as creating something, all from my own imagination.

Oh, I miss writing.

“WHAT MAKES YOU FORGET TO EAT AND POOP?”

I guess I could use writing again for this, it definitely kept me awake at night. My thing that makes me forget to eat and poop is definitely The Sims (3 is my fave). This is not because I like to manipulate life (although that is cool… maybe why I’m studying biology?), it’s because I love to design houses!

Making a super cool building is great, making a super cool interior is for sure my favourite part (cool buildings often lead to cooler rooms). I used to dream about structures I would make (seriously). I was so addicted it got to the point I had to leave my The Sims at my parents house so I could study. Before I came across The Sims I used to make floor plans on paper and later on word and paint.

“HOW ARE YOU GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD?”

After a trip to France (in particular Calais) one particular issue was at the forefront of my mind… the “refugee crisis“. On the way to England a large group of refugees tried to get onto my moving coach. As everyone else on board slept, I witnessed tens of refugees roll onto the side of the road as the coach kept on moving.

Millions of £££s of UK taxpayer money has been spent on building fences in Calais to keep these refugees (people seeking help, not migrants) out. What if this money was actually spent on helping them? Why do the government grant asylum to any refugee who reaches the UK, but then make it impossible for any refugees to reach the island some call Great Britain.

This issue really riles me up… I’d love to help somehow. Campaign, fund raise… I just don’t know.

“IF YOU KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO DIE ONE YEAR FROM TODAY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO AND HOW WOULD YOU WANT TO BE REMEMBERED?”

I have this odd ambition to set up my own co-operative. I’m not sure what kind of business (tech, factory) as I have no experience in anything. In this co-operative everyone would have equal pay and an equal say in the company.

Leading on from that it’d be cool to set up a little town around this co-operative business where all the workers can live. I guess it’d be a little socialist haven. I’d liked to be known for just trying it out (not sure how far I’d get in a year though).

I also really want to have a family. I think that’s actually my main ambition, to be a mum.

 

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