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Something I love about myself:
I have re-written this post several times now and have hesitated clicking publish. I have recently embarked on a career change/job search and have given much thought to my skills. I have mad skills, you know? Five years as a stay-at-home mom has given me the following skills and job titles to add to my repertoire:
1. Ability to heal with just one kiss. Two kisses for seriously painful boo-boo’s.
2. Short-order cook
3. Time management
4. Multi-tasking (A.K.A. How to answer a phone call, cook dinner, kiss a boo-boo, answer an e-mail, and Tweet, simultaneously)
6. Finder of all mis-matched socks
7. Project manager
8. Keeper of all schedules
9. To Do List Maker
10. Personal chef and assistant
11. Errand runner
12. Taxi driver
15. Problem solver
16. Judge and jury
17. Party planner
18. Shoe Finder (Perhaps, one of the most important and thankless jobs of all)
19. Laundry service
I could think of a hundred more titles and skills, but I like 20. I have enjoyed these five years of running a household. I have treasured it. Somehow, putting these skills and jobs into a marketable resume has been challenging, to be sure. I know that one of the most important jobs I will ever have, is caring for my family and home.
It seems like day one’s prompt was easier to follow than this prompt. Perhaps, it is something I have been taught since I was little—nobody loves a braggart. In the words of my daughter, “It isn’t nice to cheer too much for yourself. Is it Momma?” No, I suppose not.
Without further ado, however, here it goes.
One of the personality traits I most like about myself, is that I not easily discouraged. I am a hard-worker and believe that hard work one of the keys to success. I know this is somewhat in opposition with what I wrote about on day one. Some explaining is in order. I can be tenacious. Arduous, tedious projects do not distress me. In fact, I like a challenge. I do not give up easily, despite difficult circumstances. I also like to take on many different hobbies and projects. Big goals, I give my all to. Hobbies and projects? I have many!
In my high school years, I made many mistakes. I had little trouble with school, yet the teachers would always comment that I was not applying myself. I wanted to go to college and knew I would go. I also found high school to be a bore and did not care for the social clique nonsense that characterized high school. I hated school. I was in no way feeling challenged or interested in the watered down, spoon-fed curriculum. After ditching school whenever the opportunity presented itself, I almost did not graduate, in spite of my aspirations to go to college.
I remember near the end of my senior year, in my AP English class, many of the other students were comparing where they were going to college. I remember hearing about State schools, private schools, UC’s, out-of-state schools. It was all a big competition to see who was the top dog of our class. Everyone had their aspirations, their big dreams, and their high hopes on display for all to see. Some had brought in their letters of acceptance and it all felt like an euphuistic exercise of the most unnecessary kind. I was not impressed by the conversations, which included sneering and insults to students with the less formidable college acceptance letters.
I did not apply to any colleges and therefore, did not have a letter to parade around, even if I wanted to.
One girl asked me where I was going to college. I answered that I would be starting off at the community college. “OHHH, really?” she said, scrunching up her nose and making a face like she had just taken a bite of the grossest thing imaginable. A few minutes later, I noticed the same girl and a few others talking and looking over at me. Later, another girl approached me and said, “Janey said you are going to (insert dramatic pause) COMMUNITY COLLEGE,” as if I were being sent to a prison sentence. Their was little doubt cast, in their minds, that I would not perform as well as they would. I would go nowhere, some may have presumed. I did not care so much, because I knew I would not give up until I reached my goals. What did it matter to them which path I would choose? Their college choices would not affect me in any way and theirs would not affect mine. The pretentious. The absurd.
I do not know what paths others took or if they did, in fact succeed at their fancy pants colleges and universities. I do know that going the community college route was more difficult and time-consuming in many ways. I know it took me a long time to grow up and that decision to get my undergraduate work done at the community college was the best decision I could have made. It gave me the opportunity to make mistakes, learn, and mature. I made many more mistakes once I was accepted at the university. I partied like a rock star and made many regretful decisions. I owned up to those mistakes, acknowledged them and moved on.
It took me until I was 24 years old to finish my undergraduate degree. I put myself through school, with the much appreciated help of my parents. I had to work to get through school. I worked long and varied hours, then found the time to have a
distracting social life. Sometimes, it felt like I was not going to finish and sometimes, minor setbacks seemed like the end of the world. Somehow, I finished and managed to finish two Master’s degrees after that. When it comes to the important things, I can be adherent to my goals and plans.
I recognize that I am not the best at everything I do, however, I take pride in doing my best. I am prone to bumbling around until I get things right. I am proud that I own what I do and put everything I have into whatever I do. I guess that is what makes me who I am, warts and all. To the Debbie Downers that did not believe in me? Well, all I can say is, they underestimated me.