Can I firstly stress that I really do hate to be making this kind of topic. I apologise for the rant and lengthy post, as there’s XXXX number of people in an identical situation and not for a second do I consider myself a special *********.
But with no objective opinion to turn to in real life at the moment and a lot of the members here straight talking, wiser and more experienced than myself, I thought I might as well get some food for thought.
I’m 24 now, being quite the computer geek growing up and always interested in tech, I studied computing back in college. After deferring studying networking at uni to work for a bit, I got involved in recreational drug use for a couple years which led to a ‘living for the now mentality’ stuck in a catering job to pay for my weekend nightlife (I’d like to point out that is all behind me and has been for some years now, and I have been through MH therapy which finished earlier this year).
This lifestyle, and somewhat downward spiral, was likely recognised by my family, as 5 years ago this January I was offered a role by my uncle at his small, independent (however most successful in our town) financial services, starting as a mortgage administrator and going on to get the necessary qualification to become a mortgage adviser myself March 2017, as well as basically the office manager at present. And the job role really is comfortable. Pay is good, office location brilliant, I can have time off where needed - he even said I could have a month off to go travelling next year if I wanted when the topic came up.
I can’t explain the gratitude I have for his support over the years, he’s always been someone I can go to for advice in general life and has done masses for me in this job.
However, even working with very successful self-employed mortgage advisers showcasing the career potential possible, I can’t help but feel so incredibly lost in life right now. It’s probably accurate to assume that there is not one broker in my office that loves mortgages, and it actually saddens me to think about my future unfolding as quickly as it seems to be currently, to then look back and wonder why I stayed where I was all that time.
I don’t have any get up and go about my current role. Despite being qualified for over 18 months now building up a client bank has been very slow/non-existent, and I can’t ignore a large part of that fact being my lack of motivation for the industry. There is very little I am in fact motivated for. It’s spells of intense passion and motivation that seem to die off after a few months at most, and then back to existing the day in-day out cycle of life.
But I feel like I am at such an impasse with no options. The thought of staying where I am, doing what I do for the rest of it pains me every single day, with this voice in the back of my mind telling me I got to be cut out for more than this surely.
With no family or emotional connection to you guys I suppose I’m after some sort of raw, unsweetened, truthful guidance and advice which I would usually get from my uncle. I apologise if this is a bit much for a Monday, but I had to get something out somewhere!