On always looking forward.

ojqdi5dSince starting my new life, I’m still occasionally struck with a moment of sheer panic—I haven’t applied to any jobs lately! As soon as it hits me, I roll my eyes and go about my day, but a week or even just a couple days later, it’ll hit me again. My brain has been so conditioned into looking for the “the next big thing” that it feels weird—wrong, even—to not be constantly scouring job sites for potential positions.

I updated my resumé last week to make it current: Added in The HSUS, took out a role I’d only had for a short time, condensed some things (more on resumés later), got it all nice and sitting pretty on one page, and then realized—I had nowhere to send it. Of course, you can find it on my website, but no one’s going to see that baby for at least a few years.

Breaking habits is hard to do. When your life is consumed by job-hunting, even when you’re employed, even when you’re employed and doing what you love, it’s difficult to quench that thirst for finding that perfect something, something located where you’ve always wanted to work, or frankly, just something that would pay better.

I won’t be the one to tell you to stop that search—ever. If you’re unhappy, and I mean genuinely, feel-it-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach, not-sure-you’ll-ever-feel-better unhappy (more on that later too), fight like hell. Reach for the goddamn stars and never give up. Easier said than done, of course, but you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if you don’t at least try to climb out of that hole.

No, I’m here to tell you what you should do when you finally reach a point where you can stop searching. You can let yourself feel happy, relieved even. And the catharsis that comes when you embrace that moment is pure bliss. Continue reading “On always looking forward.”

On breaking out of your comfort zone.

I guess you could say I was sort of a shy kid. I had fun with my friends, but I suffered from some pretty intense self-consciousness when there was potential to embarrass myself in front of strangers, cute boys, or the “cool” kids. (Gym class, naturally, was a living nightmare.)

Today’s sometimes crippling insecurities are masked by a self-deprecating sense of humor and years of experience teaching me that more often than not, I am indeed going to embarrass myself so I should just learn to laugh about it. I wouldn’t call myself a klutz; it’s more that I just walk around with my over-caffeinated editor’s brain never quite turned off. Being so detail-oriented leads to more than a few *oops* moments—I’m so focused on the pretty leaves that I don’t realize I’m about to walk into a tree. Continue reading “On breaking out of your comfort zone.”