dr chloe warren is a science writer, writer writer, mc, occasional comedian, and guinea pig appreciator.

Part Time Millenials and Full Time Optimism

This weekend was the National Young Writers’ Festival and I am so sad that it’s over.

 NYWFriends at the Me, Myself and I: Writing for Yourself round table. Image stolen unashamedly from Nina Carter  @carternnia

NYWFriends at the Me, Myself and I: Writing for Yourself round table. Image stolen unashamedly from Nina Carter @carternnia


The imposter syndrome which was temporarily lifted by all my beautiful and supportive #NYWFriends is beginning to set back in already. So I should probably get writing hey.

It’s interesting that literally the day before the festival kicked off I wrote a post about that guilt I felt that my job did not encompass everything I wanted to do with my life. And then I spent three days surrounded by amazingly talented people, of whom (at least) 80% of are in the exact same predicament.

My last #letstrythisphdthing post questioned the relevance of a 9-5 job in today’s “millennial culture”. This weekend confirmed my scepticism – especially in the context of creative industries.

If I look at my life right now (i.e. casual contract, exciting volunteering opportunities, freelance work getting commissioned) through a lens of optimism, then I’m really in the perfect situation. I've just got to shift my perspective a bit, and that's not a dangerous thing to do. I have nothing to lose from being optimistic.

This is a theme that’s been coming up a lot for me recently. It’s obvious I know, but also really easy to forget: worrying is such a HUGE WASTE OF ENERGY.

Recently I got through to a job interview for a really prestigious position. I was so proud of myself and told anyone who would listen.

The interview went so well. I ended up sticking around for about three hours as I just got talking to everyone in the office about the position and the institution. When I said, “Maybe see you on Skype for the second round!” to the HR Director as I waved goodbye, she replied, without missing a beat, “O yeh, definitely!”. Boom.

Three days passed before I received my rejection email and I was devastated. Through the tumble of emotions which also included a hefty amount of embarrassment, I found myself thinking – “How stupid of me to be so optimistic?”.

Luckily, I caught myself and realised how ridiculous that concept was. Imagine regretting NOT worrying?

I could feel shame about any number of things I am not doing with my life…but what a waste of energy that would be.



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