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Practice Your Pitch

Last night at a party someone asked me what I do.  And it was so easy.  I never say unemployed.  So self-esteem killing.  I've heard some people say, "I'm between jobs."  I've heard others say, "I'm engaged in a job hunt."  Follow that up with WHAT you're looking for.  Especially at a party or a networking event, you have no idea who the other person knows (including your ex-boss.)  So be sure to have a simple two sentence pitch for your new job: industry/function and maybe even a couple organization names in there.  Have of course, your card handy.  I did mine on moo.com.

And in my case, the way I'm going to refill the cash I've taken out of my retirement funds (a have 2 months cash left and then I'm out on my ass), is to do some career coaching for others.  And I love it!  I love coaching others.  I would LOVE for it to be part of my next full-time gig, however that's ok.  I think as long as on the weekends or after work I can help others find direction and focus in their lives, I'm good.  This is the thing that I could do in life for free and never miss a beat.

At the party I was chatting away about coaching and my whole body was alive, and the impact of relief I watched in the two folks I spoke to was tangible.  They were energized and relieved about dilemmas as they chatted with me.  Enjoyable feedback loop.  Good stuff.  I want that for everyone:  I want people to talk about their work at parties and be energized and energize others as they talk about their service.

And I'm so excited to get back to a full-time job.  I just want to be in an office again and bring my positive energy, my joy in working to a space with people.  I love making a workspace fun.  It's my destiny, and frankly, I'm happy today.  It all feels inevitable:  me working again soon (in a couple weeks in fact.)  AND, me coaching people on the side: and loving every minute of all this work.  Doing it in balance so I can spend quality time with friends and family.

I've let go of the past work pain completely, and am ready for a new chapter, and I affirm I bring in enough to pay off my loans, refill my retirement accounts and live modestly well.

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