I created this blog to be an outlet, purely for selfish, personal, cathartic reasons.
Instead of getting bogged down with the task of generating traffic and publicizing it to colleagues, friends, and family, I've decided to make this more private and omit my signature. Because there are things that are so personal to you, that even you don't feel comfortable discussing with your family or friends, or wouldn't want them to know about you. Or wouldn't want them to bring up to you, after having read your blog, because you really didn't want to talk about it publicly in the first place, since you just wanted to get it off your chest by blogging about it.
In short, to feel free to be more honest.
This year, I quit my job and moved back in with my parents. I've been job hunting like a nut, and this is the longest time I've gone without a lick of work. I'm starting to go nuts. Feeling stressed, depressed. Some days are good. Sometimes I think of it as an extended vacation - except it isn't - scouring the job boards daily is a slap in the face compared to the warm rays of Cabo sunshine on white sands. I haven't really been feeling social since I've been looking for work and have been tapping out the last of my savings.
Otherwise, I've been trying to stay positive through the ordeal of finding a job again. Forget having a personal life and pursuing romantic relationships, not that there are even any potential gentlemen at the moment; I'm trying to figure out my career. I have a bachelor's degree and five years of professional experience; and a bevy of contacts in one of the most enviable industries in the world. And it is still tougher than nails to find a job in 2011, as I have found.
I'm seriously missing my independence. I've been living on my own for the past ten years. I miss having my own place. My own kitchen. My own space. My own independence. As a woman. In Los Angeles. Pursuing my dreams.
This is a blog I want to use to express my feelings about all these things. Lately, the jobs I've applied to have included writing samples, and blog samples, to send along with my resume. However, I'm not using this blog for that purpose.
Instead of glossing this site over with my credits, I'm focusing on my own personal development, as a writer, as an emotional human being, as a more discerning woman.
So, maybe I'll end up putting up some photos. Or maybe I won't. I'm not going to worry about it. Just a woman with some words. About life - the good. The bad.
About hopes and dreams and stuff.
