First, I know--it's Sunday and I'm supposed to post on Saturday. I really, really have tried to maintain a regular posting schedule. It's been getting harder, though.
Last night I had dinner with a couple of my blogging buddies and their partners who are in town for the weekend--my BFF Julie from 47 and Starting Over and former Travel Girl blogger, Dar. I know these girls only from the bloggy world; we met almost two and a half years ago when--sight unseen--they booked trips to stay with me in Las Vegas. Yep, the three of us were complete strangers until that one Friday night when we converged in the airport.
As some of you know, Julie's posts have been getting fewer and farther between in recent months, and I believe Dar completely gave up her blog over a year ago. Why? They're happy. And they're both in relationships; they weren't when they started blogging.
Relationship take up a good chunk of time. When Mike and I broke up last spring, I couldn't believe how much more time I had to myself. I started putting together content for a book I was thinking of calling, How to Survive Your Day Job (Until You Can Quit Your Day Job). I also started to put together ideas for another book, Cars I Have Loved, Men I Have Wrecked. For me, there's nothing like personal angst and time to myself to get the creative juices flowing. Hell, I wrote Bastard Husband during the most miserable part of my life.
I'd rather be happy. Though I certainly am glad that I was able to write and publish that book. Seeing it mentioned in the Wall Street Journal last week was a thrill, that's for sure.
Anyway, I've been thinking of cutting back and posting twice a week instead of three times. I'm not going to, though. I'm going to maintain the Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday schedule that I've had for the past three years as closely as I can. I might be late now and then--or even miss a post entirely, as I did the day after Labor Day--but when that happens, please understand that instead of writing about life, I'm having fun living it.
That said, I do love to create. And I especially love to have created. Finding the balance to create everything I want to create and still be able to live a rewarding personal life is key. And oh, yeah--I still have to work a day job, too. Long sigh...
As I'm sending out resumes and interviewing, it's becoming crystal clear that I'm continuing to bark up some wrong trees. I keep applying for permanent tech writing jobs when the reality is, the thought of sitting in a poorly lit cubicle all day writing stuff that I truly do not give a shit about makes me want to cry. I like working as a contractor because that way it's only temporary and there's an end in sight, but why would I deliberately pursue a permanent position doing something I clearly don't want to do? That's just crazy.
Since I got out of grad school in 1991, my career has had a dual focus in both technical writing and corporate training. For the past five years I've been writing, writing, writing, and I am bloody sick of it. I so need to get back into training. I realize that on two interviews recently, I was practically flatlining as I spoke about my tech writing experience, and then bubbled with enthusiasm when they asked about my training background. HELLLLOOOOO.
Of course, I'm applying for training jobs as well, but I'm not seeing as many out there. So this is where faith comes in. I need to have faith that somewhere there's a company that would LOVE to have me in their training department or as a training consultant. I can say with 100 percent certainty that I am a kick-ass trainer. I always have received outstanding evaluations and, unlike some trainers who are more into "info-tainment," I make sure that participants actually learn. It's so rewarding to show someone how to use new software or apply new sales techniques; I love to see how much more confident they are, how much better they feel about doing their jobs.
That's it. I need to focus my energies toward something I do want, not something I really don't. You know, I'm so brilliant at giving advice, I need to listen to myself sometimes. And to you. Any thoughts?