When Am I Getting a Real Job?

When am I getting a “real job”? A real job?  Well, never.  Plain and simple, I am not.   Yes, I graduated from college and turned down multiple job offers that would be steady paychecks, health insurance and comfort.  I probably have lost my ever-loving mind and am irresponsible, irrational and crazy to believe that this is my real job and I can succeed in this dream.  So there, to answer the question you citizens have been begging an answer for- I am not getting a real job, or at least until Jesus tells me otherwise.

Now, take a deep breath and count to 10 before I explain myself because I understand all your cries of outrage.

Can we just take a moment to realize, I was the one who chose this? It’s not like a series of unfortunate events got me here, well kind of, but that’s another blog for another day.  I denied offers and opportunities for steady income and 8 hours a day behind a desk.  I sent the emails of thanks and rejecting what this world told me for years I was being educated to do.  I did it. 

Why? I don’t know why quiet yet but I know this is right where Jesus wants me.

So when I leave an event earlier than all the rest or when I spend my evenings responding to emails and working late it’s because I chose this, and I want this.  I want this more than most anything this world can give me. 

Please don’t pity me or try to comfort with “I can put in a good word for you if you apply for this job here….”.  I am not looking for a new position that will ease my life or maybe make more sense to the common mind. 

I don’t want a “real” job because I am happy here, even if it seems like the worst thing in the world to you.  Even when it is confusing, odd and I just really have no clue how to make, fit or deal with whatever, I am happy. Trust me this is not the most glamorous decision I have ever made and nor do I want to pretend as though it is.  But I tell you for certain, this is what Jesus wants right now. (and there, I just pulling the churchy/ religious" card" on you!)

My name is Melanie Slates, I am 22 years old, I quit my “big girl job” at age 21, turned down other offers and to the regular workforce of America I have “lost my mind” for this, The Media Slate.  And quiet frankly, it was the best thing I ever did.