Opportunity vs. Money

Published on February 10, 2011

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As I draw closer to graduation, I find myself turning down opportunities.

I use all kinds of excuses – I (almost) have a Master’s degree and deserve to earn more; It’s not worth my time for that price; or the killer: What If Something Better Comes Along.  However, all too often, something better does not come along, and I am stuck with nothing to do.  This is not like a McGill Graduate: we are taught to grab opportunity by both horns and run with it.  I need to do more of this.

Recently, I applied to alot of things that do not pay well (summer programs and the like), but that I am likely to be successful in.  So, here comes a bunch of new auditions, new people to sing for, but also a newfound confidence that I will likely succeed!  Perhaps I am overconfident, but I don’t think so.  These opportunities are reasonable options, and look like the next step for me in my career.  They can also lead to more opportunities, which ‘doing nothing’ doesn’t generally do.

Although succeeding at something small is not quite the same at succeeding at something massive and unlikely, it is still a success.  I would be happy with one of those!

Originally posted on McGill’s GradLife Blog.

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