In 2010, I wanted to try becoming an electrician.
And I did become an electrician: I finished trade school, applied for a couple prestigious apprenticeships that I didn’t get, joined the union, was sworn in as a Brother, put in three months of skilled labour at a construction site, and got laid off. It was, in short, a perfect beginning… Mostly because it was damn difficult and stressful and tedious and involved learning curves so fucking steep it’s a wonder I didn’t just slide back down to the bottom.
Next year, I want to try to keep going. Funny, isn’t it? But that’s how I feel. Despite all the hard stuff, there was something that I felt when I was working in the trade, some idea of myself that I loved, some chance for the future that promised more than I’ve ever seen likely for what I’d be able to accomplish in life.
In fact, I *am* still trying: It’s Saturday night, and my palms are all sweaty, from working through the online application to apprentice with the provincial power utility. Like when I did this same thing back in February, I’m full of anxious hope. Last time, nothing came of it, but I have more going for me this time. Also, I’ve got a larger sense of time and possibilities, so the disappointment of not getting it won’t be as huge as it was last year. I may not love my current job, but it’ll do for now, until I land that coveted apprenticeship position, at the shipyards or the naval yards or with the hydr0 corporation. I’m still trying.
[This is Day 18 of Reverb 10… I fell off the horse there for a while, and missed out on most of the past week of prompts, but at least I blogged about other topics!]