My dream was to go to Syracuse and be a writer. See, my mom went to Syracuse for an MBA when I was in 8th grade. I fell in love with that campus. It was the first place I saw snow — the first place I made friends. I went on a tour of their communications school, and I knew that was it. That was where I wanted to become a writer.
I spent months working on my essay: a giant extended metaphor about baseball. I described in detail the practice that went into great batting — the excitement and joy of hitting a home run. I explained how nothing felt like that, and how nothing would feel quite like becoming a writer at Syracuse in their creative writing department.
I still remember the day my phone rang, and it was the Dean of the Creative Writing department at Syracuse calling to welcome me personally. I got in. He loved my story, and they wanted to offer me some scholarships. It was all happening.
And then it all didn’t happen.
I didn’t go to Syracuse; it was too expensive for a single military parent. I didn’t become a writer, at least not at first. I was a marketer, a copywriter, a social media ninja (gasp!). Not a writer.
But I am now. Boo yeah!
I say all of this because I know the winter season can be brutal. I see those posts on Twitter, asking everyone and no one if you’re failing. It makes it hard to get out of bed. That cold weather can amplify the voice in our head that will tell us we’re stuck. That it’s all falling apart.
And you will fail. The plan won’t go like you want. Hell, maybe it won’t look at all like you planned it.
But instead of looking at all of this as a failure, think about this. It’s very okay not to know yet. Who you hope to be is you. You are becoming. You are breaking, molding, evolving, and changing. That’s a little painful, but the result often reveals itself to be precisely what you always hoped. I like to think, “if not this, something better,” and I’m happy to report it has been right so far.
So if the winter weather is hitting you hard and the pep talk didn’t work, I’ve got a laugh for you and 6 “scary” job postings. The captions will make you crack up. I’m also sharing another letter I think you’ll love and some real talk on remote work after commuting an hour to go 8 miles.
You got this -