I realised that I liked writing or using words to help empower not only others, but myself as well. My husband (boyfriend at the time) actually mentioned to me how quick it was for me to write my assignments, compared to his turtle speed. Well, business majors does like to use words compared to those in architecture. Anyhow, it’s also a way to continuously remind myself of what I am thinking (mostly the positives).
In recent weeks, I’ve noticed that this is possibly what I’m most passionate about – finding new ways to mix and match words and describing whatever it is I wanted to talk about at that time. Just the other day, I caught up with an old colleague and confidently exposed to them my passion and somewhat, this opened a door for me (figuratively speaking). They needed someone of my skill to help with the business they have running and so I explained what it is that I have done and will do in my next career journey.
Long story short, after this happened, I went home and felt anxiety bubbling up. I told the husband this; what if I’m not good enough? What if my skill is not up to par? What if I’m overconfident about what I can do with this skill that I think I have? It’s silly to think that just a few hours ago I was confidently speaking about my passion and somehow, my brain is underestimating myself. Perhaps it’s due to the limited experience and background I felt I have in the field (which is next to none), or that I think I’m not good enough after reading through fancy magazines with a vast range of vocabulary that sounds so posh that I feel like a tiny little bug ready to get squished.
The husband (bless him) heard and saw the anxiety and worry I had about this and said to me if I really wasn’t good enough, I wouldn’t be offered a position already, and the colleague I was speaking to wouldn’t have bought a word I said. He didn’t tell me what to do, but his encouragement and support pushed me in making the first contact the next day to my colleague and sent my pieces for them to browse.
Guess what? They were impressed. The relief I felt was overwhelming I felt like a little kid receiving my first taste of candy. I was also ecstatic that my work was appreciated by an audience outside of my comfort zone, which in a way validates me as someone who is good and can work with words. It’s funny how appreciation goes a long way for people, so let’s never forget to give praise to those that deserve it. Our words and gestures may help them in times of low, and lift them even higher.
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