It’s Sunday and the clock’s ticking. Tomorrow and it’ll have been a week since I quit my job and no, I still don’t have anything to show for it.
So today, out of necessity, I decided to figure out exactly what I’m going to do with my life.
I’m glad to report that I figured it out (and it only took the afternoon).
Hello world, can you hear me? I am going to become the greatest copywriter EVER.
I don’t know how or why or what a copywriter even is, but I really need some direction so my mind’s made up. I mean, I can always figure out the details next week. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m going to do, I’ll figure it out on Monday.
Honestly, does anyone actually know what they want to do with their life? Probably not.
It hit me that I could help people figure it out!
That’s why I’ve taken the time to write down how I came to my own magnificent conclusion today.
If you’re as confused as I was this morning then I strongly recommend you read on.
1. How it started
Earlier today I didn’t know what I should do with my life, so I asked google.
“Google, oh great oracle, what should I do with my life?”
Google directed me to this page on the The Muse, 7 Ways to Answer “What Should I Do With My Life?”
The article recommends seven actions you can take to figure out what to do with your life.
I don’t recommend reading it because it’s crap.
But I do recommend that you read my responses to the seven recommended actions. It’s a much better way to gauge whether you’re doing everything you can to figure out what to do with your life.
2. Seven ways I’m already working towards finding the answer of what to do with my life
While reading The Muse’s article it struck me that I was definitely already doing everything that I possibly could to find direction in my life.
Take a look for yourself:
- Talk to people – yesterday I spoke to some weird Australian outside Dalston’s Loading Bar about how ridiculous it is that teachers are expected to be social workers. I agreed with him because it is. Then I spoke to someone else.
- Get started – I woke up this morning, didn’t I?
- Gather inspiration from others – I’ve read John McAfee’s wikipedia page twice and feel inspired to become a door-to-door seller of snake oil.
- Prepare for a long journey – I washed my clothes on Friday. They’re now strewn across my bedroom floor. Very easy to pack quickly ahead of setting out on a long journey.
- Leave your comfort zone – I quit my job last Monday (I’ve said this one already).
- Be ok with failing – I am. I’m the best at failing.
- Enjoy not knowing – I stopped using visual stimuli for arousal and now just use my imagination. Yep, no more Tate Modern for Henry.
Realising that I was already doing everything that the internet could suggest I had an epiphany.
Yes, I was going to have to figure this out myself.
3. Understanding why my life needs direction
To find some direction, I first had to understand exactly why my life needs direction.
I got out my very shiny bic biro and listed every reason I could think of:
- To pay for stuff (rent, organic wine, scratch cards, to give to charity to look like I have a heart, etc.)
I tried to think of other things that direction would enable me to achieve but came up with nothing. So it was settled, the only reason my life needed direction was so I could have money to pay for stuff.
But I knew there must be a better way of articulating it.
After some intense thinking (thank you Jeremy Bentham) I figured it out:
I need a long term means of securing more money than I can realistically spend in the manner that is least painful to me.
It was settled.
I had to find the least painful way to get the most money.
4. Turns out direction is a job
How do you get money? I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I really didn’t want to get a new job.
To try and avoid getting a new one, I assessed some of the most realistic alternatives:
- Marry an old rich person – I didn’t want to admit it straight away but I’m too old to marry an old rich person.
- Inherit some money – I called my mother and then my grandfather. Both hung up as soon as I started asking for money (it’s a good thing that greed isn’t genetic).
- Win some money – I bought scratch cards. I always buy scratch cards. I didn’t win anything.
I knew then that I was going to have to get another job. Damn.
5. Which job do you do?
How do you figure out which job is right for you?
I was going to ask Google but I’d got this far on my own so I kept using my own initiative.
I made a list of all the jobs that a man of my vast talent could do and then noted down the positives and negatives of each one. (You can already tell that I’m a master of analysis can’t you?)
Here are the five jobs I could probably do (be bothered to do):
An astronaut employed by the Russian Federal Space Agency. The train driver of the universe.
- It’s probably an easy gig to get (apparently 25% of Russian men die before they’re 55 or is that just propaganda?)
- There’s no rent to pay on the international space station.
- You can legitimately change your ringtone to the original Star Trek theme (or whatever the theme tune to Kosmicheskaya Militsiya was)
- Space probably sucks.
- Potential to get embroiled in disputes between super powers.
- It would make my mother very proud and she’d only just refused to give me money for absolutely no reason.
The sum of two sleeves, a popped collar and a long hem. A noble but often overlooked occupation.
- I could hug you while you work and hug you while you don’t work.
- Risk of being donated to a charity shop (good start to a new career as a charity shop robber).
- Good holiday perks and minimal washing required (imagine going from showering daily to a weekly or even fortnightly spin).
- Limited earning potential (shirts don’t earn money).
- Risk of being donated to a charity shop (may be purchased by an eco-warrior who doesn’t wear deodorant and has dreadlocks).
- Long days.
One of the oldest alternatives to a weekly or monthly paycheck and attractive given that a lifetime serving one machine is [apparently] ten times worse than prison (or so I hear).
- Opportunity to become a foot soldier in the fight against capitalism.
- Good excuse to avoid social commitments.
- Great excuse to change your hair colour.
- Aint no books in prison.
- Whole lotta addiction in prison.
- Aint no decent prisons.
Indiana Jones II
A globetrotting professor with a doctorate in grave robbing and Nazi slaying.
- No need to change my first name (HENRY).
- Ample opportunities to melt Nazis.
- Aqua wrote and released a soundtrack for it.
- It’s grave robbing.
- It’s definitely grave robbing.
- It’s 2019. How can grave robbing still be ok? How?
Home-working, word-spinning, confidence [man, woman, other] with a reputation for being a creative even though they don’t paint or play an instrument.
- Freelancing potential (possibility to work in boxers).
- Could get paid to twist the truth or even lie (that’s totally in now, isn’t it?).
- Peers more likely to think it’s cool compared to public service.
- Work might include writing product descriptions on Amazon (yes, the top earning UK copywriter on upwork appears to focus on writing Amazon product descriptions – the glamour).
- Networking requirements (bore).
- Limited desire to be promoted to ‘Spin Doctor’.
I tallied up the scores and it was immediately clear:
I should become a copywriter!
And explaining my decision to myself and others would be easy.
6. Why I concluded that it’s a good idea for me to try and be a copywriter
If I was a copywriter I’d get paid (unlike Your shirt), I wouldn’t make my parents too proud, I probably wouldn’t have to go to jail (maybe I could be a Bank robber if this didn’t work out) and even though I’d probably end up metaphorically grave robbing someone, it wouldn’t amount to actual grave robbing.
So it was settled. From Monday, I, Henry, would start working towards becoming the greatest copywriter EVER.
But where should I start?
I don’t immediately know. But I do know that this has surely been enough work for today.
I unscrew a bottle of organic wine.
Yes, I’ll work out the details tomorrow.