I Shared a Story I Wrote and Realized Something Important About Myself

How letting go of my insecurities opened doors I didn’t know existed

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I’ve been applying to an endless stream of jobs for the past year. I must have applied to over one hundred, yet for the vast majority of those, I heard nothing back. Not a peep. I can count the number of interviews I’ve had on one hand.

I was beginning to think that at the ripe old age of 42, I had passed the period of my life when I was hireable. Especially when I think back to job searching in my pre-kids life, when I was offered at least an interview at nearly every single job I applied for.

My professional future, to put it mildly, looked bleak.

So, throughout this slog of never-ending resume uploads, cover letter editing, and the re-inputting of all the same information into an online form after already uploading my resume, I became a bit jaded. Hopeless, at times.

A window closed

I wondered if, as a mom of two small children who stayed at home for the first few years of their lives, I missed my window. Maybe that was it. I wondered, more than once, if I’d never be a desirable hire ever again. So I turned to my writing, the one thing that’s always been an outlet. The one…