I have finally put my big girl pants on and am now dedicated to making my dreams come true on my own. At least I am trying.
Applying to jobs in the field of communications have been a bust. After two long years I finally got the hint. If I want in, I have to dig my own tunnel and create my own door.
I have been successful in getting a few works published but the amount printed and the queries rejected cannot be compared.
I am still pitching, that will never stop. Though I got to say, being rejected as much as I have takes a toll on the high spirits. My new approach is to network.
Through Instagram, LinkedIn, trying to figure out Facebook, networking is key.
I have decided to sign myself up with Upwork. I find joy in feeling validated when responding yes, to the question, “are you a writer?”
That is the plan for now. Keep writing, connecting and putting my work out on the web.
You want something done right, you got to do it yourself.
I lost my job two months ago. Currently I am selling my used underwear to guys with creepy Asian fetishes because, despite my efforts I am still unemployed. Not at all what I envisioned for myself when I graduated university two years ago.
For the past two years I was dedicated to finding an entry level position within the field of journalism, communications or marketing. I applied to over 600 jobs on Indeed alone. This is not an over-exaggeration, unfortunately.
When I wasn’t applying to entry level positions, I was working as a fill in bartender. A job that I had when I was in school, which I kept to pay the bills.
I am somewhat of a work-a-holic. All my time and energy was divided between finding a job, so I could have consistency and keeping the other so I could eat. My train of thought went something like this,
Get a 9-5 job in your field. This way you can pay the bills on time. When you aren’t working, focus on blogging and pitching. Slowly I could gain experience doing the day job and pursuing my passion.
I realized today that I should have been focusing all my time and energy into building up my portfolio. Picking up freelance gigs, constantly pitching and focusing on improving my writing during these past two years.
Now that I am left with fear and desperation, it is clear what I need to do. Go full time into making my dream happen. My grandmother always said,
If you do what you love, success will follow.
So I suppose in the end me losing my job may have been just what I needed. It opened my eyes and redirected my focus on to my passion, which is writing.