The "Anti-Career"

It's 8:52 PM and I'm finally sitting down on my couch after working in the office for the last 12 hours. Today is my one year work anniversary at Burn Boot Camp and I can't even begin to accurately express my gratitude.

Last night as I was talking to Sean about my busy work day, I started to think about who I thought I was going to become after graduating high school. I was like the typical millennial, hoping to achieve the "anti career."

As I'm sure you know, Generation Y is commonly and unfortunately known for laziness, entitlement and a lack of commitment. How lovely! While we might be innovative and technologically savvy, we aren't frequently recognized as hard workers or go getters. We are known for appreciating hand outs and aiming for simplicity. We want to do what we want to do, and we want it to be easy and with minimal effort. It's a generaliztion, but after living in it and observing it, it's not hard to see that it's close to the truth.

When determining career paths as teens, it seemed a percentage of the choices my classmates made were on a different side of the spectrum in comparison to that of my parent's generation or my grandparent's generation. Referencing peers of my past, a few selections I can remember are musician, blogger, stylist, professional athlete, photographer, etc. etc. Not that these aren't admirable careers, don't get me wrong, but they aren't the average pick of generations past!

Let me be honest, I too fell into the anti-career category.

I had never been a star student and I didn't enjoy school like some of my friends or siblings did. Honestly, growing up I didn't consider myself as someone who was bright or intellectual, and because my grades came in at right around average, I assumed I most likely wouldn't achieve much on a standard career path. Creativity was where I excelled, so that was what I aimed for.

I wanted to find job where I did what I loved with ease and with freedom. I wanted a career that made me happy, made me money and also didn't take up too much of my time. Cus isn't that what life is about? Easiness? A job that is more like a hobby and requires minimal effort, so we can all just have fun?

I've told my story time and time again... but after college flew by, my plans quickly changed. Failing to secure a stable fashion job in CLT, and settling for an hourly position at a cycling studio, I can honestly say that the opportunity at Burn Boot Camp legitimately fell into my lap.

When I was offered my initial positon at Burn, I felt excited, nervous, shocked, scared, thrilled and overwhelmed, just to name a few. Basically, list an emotion that comes to mind, and I most likely felt that way prior to my start date. For the last six years I spent my time working toward becoming a fashion writer... and now I was about to be working in marketing for one of the fastest growing fitness brands in the nation? What! What was I thinking?

On December 15th, 2016 when I walked through those doors on Gilead Rd, it didn't take me long to notice that this place was unlike any other. I adpated to the hustle and quickly recognized that with hardwork, copious cups of coffee, and consistent communication with my coworkers, success was inevitable. I gained strength in camp, skills I never knew I'd need and I strengthened my work ethic and mindset. I excitedly anticpated my noon workouts, and my love of fitness became an addiction to the music, the atmosphere and the help of my trainer at the HQ gym. I pushed myself harder than I ever thought possible on the floor and at my desk. I set personal records in camp and in my job. Although never being known as a morning person, I spent my early commutes mapping out my to-do list and mentally organizing my plans for the day. 

Did I actually enjoy it, this new found career? The grind? The 9-5? Punching the clock? The answer is a blatant yes.

 Actually, I love it more each and every day. 

Five days a week, for eight to twelve hours a day, I sit in my little cubicle, with my notebooks and my computer screens, my heater on my feet and my co-workers one roll of my chair away and I work.

Work, if that's what you want to call it. "Work" - impacting the lives of women all over the nation. "Work" - turning my creativity and artistic ability into action. "Work" - surrounding myself with amazing, passionate people who hustle with me each and every day.

In only a year I have learned more, grown more, and achieved more than I ever expcted myself to. I have become someone I didn't even know I was capable of becoming and didn't think I would enjoy becoming. I have suprised myself with the toss of my "anti-career" aspirations.

I am a member of the Y Generation. I am surrounded by 20-somethings focused on meeting their own needs and suriving on a self-starter mentality. I like rose-gold, Instagram, reality television shows and breweries. I take selfies on a good hair day and stand over tables to snap photos of my food at hipster restaurants. I enjoy cold brew, Pinterest recipes and Snapchat. I'm an innovator, a self-motivator and an advocate for a healthy work-life balance. I am a product of Gen Why, the Internet Generation, or IGen and I am someone that I never expected myself to be... I'm even better.