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| Those times where the right answer is wrong |
In case you are one of my avid fans, curious as to the promise of my future, today the forecast is a bit cloudy. Not necessarily dark and cloudy, just unclear. The job I was determined to have was not the position my future deemed possible. I was certain if I heard negative news I would be crushed, but I was thankfully incorrect. Isn't it odd when something that doesn't work out for you gives you hope? But yesterday I decided to have a good day anyway, and so I did, certain I would wake up this morning bummed out. Here's the kicker, I figured since I was in the final choices that I do have something to offer and I need to quit being so shy about it. I woke up, nonetheless, delighted. I'm going to go ahead and let it
all hang out! (My skills and nothing but my skills, no more.) If you've happen to see my name on the bathroom wall discussing my skills, its nothing but bald faced lies!
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| Resume, specialties, and even blogs |
Yesterday afternoon I had a class, so I quickly located a new resume template. I took the template, used the ideas from a "pay to use" template, included the order Full Sail University suggested, and put it together this morning, adding my own logo in the corner that's simple, but attractive. In the meantime, I've requested a few choice recommendations from people who are familiar with my work for my LinkedIn profile, as well as posting my resume all over the place in media corners. All this while playing referee between my two kids, taking my son to soccer practice, and completing my schooling at the same time. Can I multitask? Before I would have said no, but now I'm not so sure. I can name a couple of ex boyfriends who would be disappointed to hear I've changed now.
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| Parents aren't always right |
There are all kinds of positions for people with writing skills, so if you enjoy writing and your parents
try to tell you there's no future in it, tell them to stick it in their ear. I wish I would have done that when my parents poo-pooed my dreams. They discouraged me and told me to be quiet and watch television. I showed them, didn't I? My degree will be in Creative Writing for Entertainment. This just proves that you can try to steer a river, but natural erosion will have its way eventually.
Don't think attending school has been an easy choice, it certainly hasn't. We've all made tremendous sacrifices for this opportunity, mostly by finding and creating our own entertainment and night after night of meatless pasta. This is also a bizarre blessing. Because we couldn't afford meat, we no longer have the cravings we used to, but have you seen what the government loads into meat lately? I'll give you a hint, it doesn't moo or oink, and with my daughter striving to become a zoologist, her face nearly turns inside out it wrinkles so much at the thought.
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| Investing in yourself guarantees a return |
Meanwhile, my school allows access to the students to attend online classes at Lynda.com. I'd be silly not to take advantage of those, and only wish I'd know about them earlier. So now I'm making sure I pass off at least one class a week. They range from filmmaking, storytelling, etc. to memorizing, resumes, and stuff I use in my everyday life. They're free, and I'd be setting myself up for failure by not taking them. Sure, my kids miss me. But in the long run, I'll be able to afford more and have a greater experience with them. It's definitely a sacrifice, but the kids think my homemade pizzas, Panini, spaghetti and biscuits are to die for so they don't complain. (Psst, it's all the same flour, water, and salt mixture... shh!)
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