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.
For the past year I have been applying for jobs in my desired field. Like most 20 something’s, every rejection brings on a sense of injustice.
A combination of rejection in both my personal and professional life has created a negative perspective. This realization or at least omission was brought to my attention this evening.
Earlier this week a Co worker had done something that is a pet peeve of mine. Typically I would brush it off.
Unfortunately I acted on an extremely immature impulse. I decided to say some not nice things. This is never okay, especially in the work place.
I was called out. Rightfully so. I quickly owned up to my misconduct, and quickly felt a blanket of shame wrapping around me. I wondered why, why did I say such a thing? I knew better and it is not in my character to behave in such a manner.
It is important to leave your baggage at the door. Maturity is not a trait that comes naturally to some. Everyone at some point has acted poorly. It is important to remember to treat others how we wish to be treated no matter the circumstance.
Since this confrontation, I have been forgiven by the person I mistreated. I am reminded that ethics, moral constitutions should always play a part in every atmosphere we find ourselves in.