New to the game, but not new to writing

I should have done more while I was in college. Much, much more. Tried to get an internship, taken a typing class or learned more about Word and Excel. Used an email client instead of scooting by with gmail. Volunteered for more projects in my publishing class. Wrote more stories, fiction and non-fiction. Applied to write for the newspaper, found someone to host a radio show with me. There is so much to do in college besides taking classes. It's insane how many extracurricular activities there are on any given college campus.
Now that's not to say that I didn't participate. I was active in Alpha Psi Omega Drama club. I was the Public Relations Director for the theatre department for one year. I was a student senator; I directed a show while writing a 20 page paper about the roles of women and their work in contemporary theatre. But now that I've graduated and I'm trying to join the workforce my list of achievements falls short. Severely short of where I wanted it to be.
Maybe that's the problem, I placed these crazy expectations on myself and never did more than the minimum. Or perhaps I knew my limit of stress and kept it small. I graduated with a B average, a few stories (that desperately need love and editing) under my belt and then I packed my bags and moved to the big city.
Am I waiting for the wrong opportunity? Looking for something that sounds good, but is in no way meant for me? I have succeeded on one end and failed on the other. I'm not sure where to go next. I guess this blog is it for now. Then again maybe I'm not cut out to be a writer.