Probably more than I realize, I have
been in a kind of person slump. Maybe it's the kind of thing people
going through other kinds of transition face. As much as I don't buy
into all the usual self-esteem jargon, and I do believe we need
God-esteem, there is something to being downtrodden.
Twice in this class I'm taking, the
teacher has genuinely complimented me with a specific word of
encouragement. Last night's word was so powerful that three hours
later when I got in my car to go home the thought of the words had me
crying so hard I couldn't safely pull out of the parking lot.
This is a PR writing class. In some
ways you could call it “Journalism 101” because it's basically
the same kind of writing. She said to me when we sat down for a
one-on-one evaluation of my last three pieces, “I really see you
doing this kind of work!” She looked again at her comments written
on the page. Before she said anything more she looked up again, “And
you have never worked in this field?” My defense: high school
journalism class. I was on the staff paper for all three years. It
was taught me well back then, so I've retained it.
Today I can hardly think about her
words without tearing up again. It is so significant to told by an
unbiased person that you are really, really good. When your friends
tell you that, it feels like they say it out of bias. I still
struggle with how to put all my talents together in a way that makes
me money and doesn't stress me out at the same time. But today I'm
living on a little encouragement. After all, I did say I was going to
school to get a piece of paper that says I know how to do what I
already know how to do.
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