There are songs that remind me of my exciting, mostly carefree days in high school and undergad with my friends.
Sigh, I don’t understand how anyone enjoys job searching but I imagine that someone does…I’m not that person.
It doesn’t help that I have training as a researcher – trust me that training helps and hurts my job searching!
For instance, I find a wonderful job, according to the ad it’s my dream job. So I do what any wise job hunter would do…I look up the company and read more about the position.
This is good, however…instead of the quick skimming search that most people would do; I end up looking at things that are slightly connected to the actual job and/or the organization until eventually I fail to remember the job
Remember at one point this job was my dream job??? Next thing I know the application deadline has passed and my dream job is no longer available.
Then I would become distraught because once again my dream job is gone because I got caught up in the details and missed the big picture.
Remember, I’m still supposed to be applying for jobs but I’m losing Energy on the job that never was!
Then I laugh…I realize the dream job wasn’t really a dream job but I was unable to divorce myself from my idea so I found unnecessary information to miss the deadline.
This job search has been enlightening; yet, draining and I need to write more to release the stress and anxiety when I become overwhelmed.
Job searching is far from fun but I’m learning more about myself everyday and I believe I’ll find a position that works for me.
My nephew was selected as a member of the elementary school’s math league; he’s 9 years old and this is a big deal.
I read a lot of disheartening news and since I’m actively looking for work, that in itself is disheartening at times…so the news of my nephew being selected as a member of the elementary math league brightened my day
I am also thankful that I am blessed with the ability to help him prepare.
That is all!
It’s easy to become overwhelmed by your personal struggles, whatever they may be. Well, I’ll say that it’s easy for me to become overwhelmed by whatever is or is not happening in my life at any particular moment.
I’m one of those people who actively evaluates their life and their worldview. I do this all the time, sometimes to a point of annoyance. I’ve accepted that it’s a part of my quirky personality, but still I strive for balance.
I don’t just evaluate my life and my worldview; I address my issues and my concerns openly and honestly.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not suggesting that every issue I have I broadcast it for an audience in order to address it; however, I’m saying that I’m open with myself about my issues and sometimes this means admitting that I’m not ready to address it, yet.
I don’t pretend that the issue is fails to exist; however, I acknowledge that I lack the necessary tools and resources I need to properly address the issue at that time.
Some of my friends prescribe to the notion that someone is worst off than they are, therefore they should refuse to complain another their predicament. Umm…that doesn’t work well for me!
I’m cognizant of the fact that many of my “issues” are rudimentary compared to someone else’s, but what gives?
Seriously, who is the last person who has the absolute worst lot in life and can not find anyone in worst shape?
Plus, what’s wrong with admitting that my problems/issues are a big deal to me? Regardless of how petty they may appear on the grand scale of problems faced by people!
I work hard not to allow my problems to encapsulate me and deplete me of the very resources I need to address them properly. Yet, I refuse to deny the impact that my problems/issues have on my life simply because they are not what books are made of!
My parents made me attend a Protestant Christian church while rearing me in their home. This was one of the value system that my parents felt was important to instill into me so myself and my siblings had to attend church until we finished high school. Once we finished high school we could move out of my parent’s home and decide whether we wanted to continue attending church.
I bring this up, not just to paint a picture about who I am but also to explain another point…
as mentioned I think the belief that one should not complain about their lot in life because someone else’s is worst, is flawed.
I recall as a child, using this same type of logic I thought I needed to have some “major life crises” in order to truly be “redeemed”…the argument never quite made sense but my young mind assumed that in order to truly shine I had to “go through” some heavy stuff!
It was obvious to me that a testimony about making good grades on my report card paled in comparison to a testimony about overcoming drug addiction! You see this is why it’s flawed logic to compare your plight to anyone else’s
We all have our personal crises that impact our very being. Sometimes these crises overwhelm us and yes sometimes I know that I personally can be very dramatic when dealing with a crises…however, even with that it’s important that we don’t undermine the impact of our personal crises. It’s also important that we don’t depreciate our crises by comparing them to other’s crises.
Everyone’s journey is unique.
Thank you for reading my posts!
In many (if not all) research doctorate programs, we are indirectly taught that we must not pause or stop unless we plan to lose.
Specifically, there’s always something that you could do better. Another paper that you can write. Another research paper and another conference to attend. Occasionally, you’re reminded to have a balance – to not let the process consume you
I completed my research doctorate in December 2018 and I started actively searching for opportunities once I’d defended my dissertation. The first thing I had to decide is what I wanted to do and how did the PhD prepare me for this career path?
It’s January 2019 and I have a much clearer picture on how my educational background has prepared me for the career paths I’m interested.
Now I have to remember the occasional lesson that my mentors and professors taught, which is to make sure I don’t let the process consume me.
It is difficult but I believe it’s important to set an expectation early before the actual career starts – work is important but it should not consume all aspects of your life.
My natural tendency is to do much more than necessary – I do this in all areas of life – so in order to make sure I’m seeking balance I have to remind myself to be balanced in the job search.
I’m excited about the opportunities that I have and I know that I’ll do great wherever I land.
Whenever I apply to a position, I make sure my application materials present the best version of me and I don’t think about who else may apply and their qualifications.
In all I do, I attempt to learn and become a better version of me…the job search is no different.
While refining my job search I’ve thought a lot about myself as a child. Particularly, I’ve thought about the things that defined my personality as an adolescent.
One thing all of my family and most of my friends would agree on is that I was the very definition of weird.
I was always that odd child who embraced my oddness, which made me weird according to many.
Rewind – I was born premature and spent a lot of time in the NICU, this impacted my early life. Furthermore, I suffered many illnesses as a child which endeared me to many.
I point this out because it explains why all of my cousins and my sister had to go outside to play but I had a choice. It explains why I spent so much time with adults and often out of school during my entire elementary and secondary school years.
My beginning impacted the advantages and disadvantages of my life as a youth. I wasn’t exactly a spoiled child; however, I was possibly a bit sheltered. Specifically, due to the health related challenges I faced during my youth, my family made exceptions for me often.
I spent a lot of time with adults because I was unwell and receiving medical treatments. I also had a lot of doctor’s appointments that interrupted my childhood.
My cousin who is only a few months older than me taught me how to read and ignited my love of reading. We would enter the annual reading challenges hosted by our local library and attend storytelling sessions. Our parents and grandparents enjoyed this particular hobby of ours.
Not only was reading one of the least expensive hobbies at the time; my family was certain that our love of reading would translate into us pursuing and obtaining higher education and eventually careers that would spare us from many of the financial challenges they faced.
I loved reading everything…but I only stayed in the library for hours because my cousin (at the time she was the closest thing to a hero that I had) enjoyed the dusty place!
Really, she loved reading books in the library and then checking out other books to take home. I preferred to go to the library, choose books, return home, read books, and return them the following day.
She was my hero-peer mentor so I stayed at the library many times pretending to read the book I would check out to read in the comfort of my room.
This doesn’t sound weird to many of you I’m sure, but loving to read alone was not exactly cool!
Let’s talk about how I read. I mentioned reading in the comfort of my room, well there’s more to it than that. I sat in the corner – same corner every time – to read. I also put headphones (initially ear muffs) to block out the outside world while I read.
I still like to wear headphones when I read. Partially because people think I can’t hear them and I saw it on tv as a child and thought it was cool!
I didn’t like the outdoors so reading in the park – also something I saw on tv – was not remotely cool to me.
Another consistent theme in my youth is that I always spoke out for people especially when I felt that they were not being heard.
I spoke out for my family members regardless of their age in comparison to my own. I spoke out for my peers when I thought the teachers or even their parents ignored them.
I wrote letters to agencies when my snack cake wasn’t good lol! I’ll have to tell this one particular story later.
To be continued…remembering me