Please excuse my ramblings…you’ve gotta start somewhere!
First off, I’m a writer.
While it is not by profession, or by trade — it is by necessity.
I need to write things down.
I make lists.
I lay the options out on a page.
Shuffle things around. Tweak. Expand. Reword.
And hit the “undo” button many, many times.
On occasion, I’ve entertained the thought of becoming a writer — of something.
A book, an article, a memoir.
My life’s work — or the reason I was put on this earth —
- to influence others?
- teach a few life lessons?
- warn others not to make the same mistakes I’ve made in the past? (That perm I got in the fifth grade *shudder*)
Whatever the reason, it has never come to pass.
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I write — day in and day out — to accomplish goals, meet deadlines…and maintain my sanity.
As a result, I get things done at work, and coworkers compliment my writing style.
And I explain things really well, getting to the main points and summarizing.
At one point, I transferred roles to another department.
My coworkers said my meeting minutes would be sorely missed.
Now there’s a morale booster for you — I liked working with you, your skills are pretty decent, but your post-meeting documentation is what I’ll miss the most.
Where my inspiration lacks, I make up for in organizational skills and streamlining the (seemingly) obvious.
Consequently, I can make a mean list, document the heck out of a new process, and rock a performance review.
Because of this, friends come to me when their resumes need updating.
In addition, managers look to me for feedback when drafting department-wide communications.
And while I don’t excel at being creative/funny/anecdotal/romantic, I can put a pen to paper and communicate my thoughts.
Take it or leave it, it’s who I am.
Yes — I’m a writer.