It’s officially snow season here in West Virginia as we get closer to New Years, (or at the very least, the relatively familiar, pretty predictable “Next Year,”) and something about the snow and the change that comes with it is making me feel especially bitter today. It’s not that I’ve ever liked the snow, but while I watch the flakes come down outside, the cold just seems to cut through me.
I think it has something to do with talking to my mom earlier. It was the first time that I’ve talked to her since Christmas, and this year marked the first time that I hadn’t got to see either of my parents during the holidays. Recently, they moved about six hours away to Tennessee for work so we haven’t been keeping in touch as often. While on the phone, mom mentioned that they hadn’t gotten any snow so far and the sun was shining. In West Virginia we’ve already gotten well over two feet of snow and more was on the way. I tried to sound happy for her and change the subject to how I’d filled out more job applications. Then she slyly reminds me that if I wanted I could work for my dad in Tennessee.
And there’s the dilemma: Should I work with my dad in a field that I always appreciated but was never interested in, or did I follow my dreams of becoming an Ad Man? I’ve been telling myself that I wanted to write copy no matter what, but it’s hard to go month after month without any job leads. Then again, why have a degree in Advertising if I’m going to be a miner? Were the papers, studies, mock ads, internships, and foreign languages for nothing?
And so as of today I have made a major decision. I am giving myself thirty three days to find an advertising job. Thirty three days to get my foot in the door, or walk out of the door and head to Tennessee. Thirty three days to find out who I will be when others ask what I do. Thirty three more days to watch it snow.
About the author: Zachary Jones is a freelance copywriter from Morgantown, WV with an interest in all things unique, antique, or good to eat. Follow him on Twitter to hear more nonsense.