What Comes After the Decision
After the decision I wrote about here Is This the Right Job for Me? , something quietly began to shift. And so I stepped onto the uncertain path of the author. Of the creator who has something to say, something to tell. With only a vague idea of how — and to whom. Surrounded by new technologies I don’t quite swim in. And if we add to that a generation that remembers vinyl records and cassette tapes, it becomes clear how high the wall between me and my goal really is. Obstacles Am I a normal woman? Why do I even need all this? Instagram doesn’t work the way it used to. What is digital marketing anyway? What does e-mail marketing even mean? I was taught with paper, pencil, and the phone. The landline. And so, sitting by that wall, crying and grieving the beautiful job I had so wildly turned down, a thought appeared. Like a signpost that catches your eye. A Dream Each of us carries dreams. In the moments when meaning slips away from our lives, we begin to ignore them. Sometimes we...