Last week, Tuesday to Tuesday, I hopped over to see Elizabeth, our third daughter, who now lives in London. She needed some mom time and a little love and support. Her master’s course at King’s College is finished, and her thesis has been submitted. She is waiting on grades as her professors have been on strike. Affirmation and confidence in her come from good grades, and she has nothing yet to show for her last twelve months of effort.
She feels a little lost in transitioning from a student to a job applicant, yet I think we should always approach life as a student.
Of course, a paycheck is helpful after years of academic achievement. I tell her to get herself out there and put herself in front of others as she is irresistible, and once you know her, you always want to be somewhere in her orbit.
When she applied to graduate school, she was tentative and needed a push, and now seeking employment, she also feels tentative and needs a little gentle push.
We sat at the dining table at the Chelsea Airbnb and searched job postings while she tweaked her resume. We went on daily walkabouts through the parks and bought a printer for her flat. We visited the Design Center London. We went to the theatre and the Victoria and Albert Museum. We went on a go-see to Marfa Stance. We ended the day with dinner out, and usually a pint. This was not a shopping trip; we only bought the printer for her flat and a few books.
She’ll get there; she’ll get a job, I have no doubt. It’s always a process. If she keeps putting one foot in front of the other and takes some risks, which is always a little scary, she’ll find her place. Probably not her forever place, but a place for now.