I tend to get low when it comes to rehashing my resume.
Low like Charlie Brown after finding himself on his back, Lucy standing over him holding the football, with the wind knocked out of him. Again.
Low like Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink realizing that pearls just so weren’t the way to go.
Something about trying to sum up my accomplishments and skills and then having so much white space left just destroys me.
“Give me a write up on your freelance work.”
“Write up? What can I say about it?”
“Talk about who you have written for.”
“But one place hasn’t even published the articles yet.”
“So, talk about the others.”
Sigh.
“Talk about your traffic.”
“Sean, I can’t”
“Why?”
“It just doesn’t look great.”
“Great to who?”
“People.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not as great.”
“Great as what?”
“All the rest.”
“Manda.”
“What if they think I am ridiculous?”
“Why would they think that?”
“I don’t know, but what if they do?”
Ah, self-doubt, if only we could bottle it, bet it’d give corn a run for its bio-diesel fuel money.
Awash in all this nauseating doubt, despite a knock out resume and a meaty roster of work, I wished for something. I know, I know. I’m a mom, an adult, you make your own destiny. No wishing on stars or blowing dandelions to get what you want. But oh no you can’t think that! We must always believe in faeries and unicorns and Nutmeg.
I was checking my Yahoo account for the 3rd time in an hour.
Comments from ladies like Lara, Sarah, Chelle, CCE, DysdHousewife, Binkytown, Kelly, Joy, and my sister fill me like hot stew on a cold day (say perhaps a late April day in the Adirondacks with a forecast of 12-15 inches of snow…)
There was a comment from Nutmeg. She, taking a cue from a comment I made on her blog, went and nominated me for two categories in the Blogger’s Choice Awards. If you look over to the right, or just down a few lines, you’ll see a couple of shiny buttons. If you click on them and vote for me you’ll feel an exhilarating charge of do-gooder-tasticness-
Of course I’d love you to choose to do it, but honestly, it really is enough just to have been nominated. You could always click here and vote for Nutmeg as The Hottest Mommy Blogger (she certainly has my endorsement).
Whatever you decide, know this, we are each incredibly powerful- more powerful than I think we realize. A comment here, a vote there, these little things mean a lot. I am thankful for each and every comment I get. I am truly proud to be a part of this incredible community of bloggers.