I’m at the end of a year long journey that started as a bit of a joke…
About two years ago I gave myself six months to July 2013 to find a job in the PR industry and if I hadn’t found one by then I’d venture back into education to get some credentials and learn the tools of the trade.
However, I really thought this was seriously never going to happen and the joke became bigger and bigger.
My friend Mischa, a journalist, had been looking in to Master’s degrees and had been helping me improve my writing skills and she made it sound like quite a good idea so I had a glance myself. Before I knew it a prospectus landed on my doormat. My local University, Southampton Solent, actually had one of the best PR Masters courses in the UK, but I was reluctant and it made a permanent home on the side gathering dust.
July rolled around pretty quickly and the idea of the Master’s hadn’t gone away. In fact, it was niggling away at me.
I picked up the prospectus. I put it down. Crisis of confidence hit big time. Could I go back to University?! I mean academically I’d got lazy. What if I couldn’t do it? I picked it up and then down it went again. Could I? Couldn’t I?
And then it hit me. What was I waiting for?
I want to move forward and progress and to do so I needed to bring out the big nerdy glasses and stick my head in some books and learn what PR was actually all about (and before this degree, I really didn’t have a clue! I thought I knew, but I was wildly wrong!).
So I crafted my application and within a month I’d submitted and been accepted. I was in. Holy Guacamole.
Fast forward to a year later, I have held down a full time job, a full time Master’s degree, rode a roller coaster of emotions and been a social recluse. Now I find myself on the eve of the dissertation hand in deadline equipped with the skills to achieve my goals.
What’s next, who knows? But whatever it is, I’m ready!