Thanks to the folks at 24Slides and their amazing templates, I created this PowerPoint presentation on my job search!
Happy holidays, everyone!
As one of the millions of “older” Americans, I’m a small business owner offering content writing, marketing communications, and speaker training services to clients. I’m grateful to partner with my clients as a freelancer. However, I’m willing to work with a single employer who could benefit from the years of experience, business savvy and skill set I would bring to the table.
The Dallas Morning News recently shared my op-ed about the challenges of being a baby boomer in today’s job market. Employers, don’t pass us by.
Read the Dallas Morning News op-ed.
As a journalist and marketer I was shocked. I didn’t expect to receive this email from the Dallas Morning News in mid-February:
Congratulations, you have been selected for the Dallas Morning News Community Voices Class of 2018. I’m thrilled about this year’s class, a group of particularly strong writers and thinkers.
The note came from Assistant Editorial Editor Elizabeth Souder. I was among a group of 24 writers named to the Community Voices Class of 2018 based on a sample op-ed submitted at the end of 2017 (it was about my personal health care journey) along with my biography. As a Voices columnist, I can submit articles which will be reviewed by staff for possible inclusion in the paper.
Our group has already convened once to meet one another and pitch op-ed ideas. A diverse group of individuals with compelling stories and experiences to share, I look forward to learning more from these new associates in upcoming meetings.
Thank you, Dallas Morning News.
My birthday is right around the corner (it’s November 10). I’m not asking for presents, a big party, birthday cake, or comments about how wonderful I am (although that would be okay).
And if you want me to tell you how old I am, that’s not happening either.
Back to the presents. The best gift you could give me is to be kind and compassionate to all.
Are you with me? Happy birthday!
For all my talk about “speaking up” (see previous blog posts), I haven’t been true to my word. That hurts.
I’ve failed to voice my own truth. Blocked it. Denied it. Imagined the worst if I disclosed the “secret.”
I took a very tiny step to sharing my story on Facebook on Oct. 9 with the headline “Infusion day” with this photo.
And when friends asked what was going on after seeing this cryptic message, I said:
New MS drug Ocrevus. Replaces Tysabri.
“I didn’t know,” “Thinking of you,” “Sending you warm wishes,” were among the responses. As the conductor on the denial train, readers would just have to imagine some more; figure it out, whatever.
Then this morning I read Option B: Facing Adversity, Building Resilience, and Finding Joy by Sheryl Sandberg and Adam Grant. These words, these authors, were speaking directly to me. The book presents real stories, offering practical advice for life’s challenges. I would highly recommend this book to anyone.
I feel better now. Much better.
At the risk of being ignored, unfriended or scoffed at loudly by some, right now is the time to speak up. I’ve never hesitated to comment about things that are meaningful to me. I’m relatively unafraid (or just stupid as some have said) – after all, I’ve jumped out of an airplane 22 times (BTW, I don’t do that anymore).
Now is the time to speak, to voice feelings and concerns, and speak up against injustice. Not tomorrow or the next day or next year. Time is short; life is short.
And a couple of related observations. It’s easy to get angry and write someone off in the heat of the moment when you disagree, but everyone deserves a chance to be heard. I regularly remind myself about forgiveness, mercy and compassion; I’m still working on this.
Second, everyone is dealing with something. Who doesn’t have problems or frustrations? Who doesn’t feel sad or unhappy from time to time? And it’s not about the “issue” itself. If something is significant to you, you won’t hear me say your concern is silly or unfounded or stupid. I may disagree with your point of view, but I’ll listen to what you have to say. Or I’ll be there in the moment with you, not saying anything. Words aren’t necessary. Frankly, sometimes words are overrated and emotions and sentiment rule the day.
It’s no coincidence that today a friend posted on Facebook: “Reminded today of how blessed I am.” Remember the things that matter.
Enjoy. For What It’s Worth, Buffalo Springfield, 1967.
You don’t agree with something or someone – what they say or do – fine.
You don’t like me because I don’t share your point of view? That’s okay too.
I will always defend your right to express your opinion. But please remember that works both ways. I will call out hate and injustice when I see or hear it forcefully and without shame. It’s what I can do.
It’s my voice.
As an experienced communicator specializing in public speaking, I’m here for you.
Let me know how I can help. Give me a call at 214-693-7003. Or send me a note.
Between all the outdoor events and festivities, fireworks, food, and time with family and friends, I’ve decided to place one thing at the top of my list on the Fourth of July 2017. Prayer.
Don’t get me wrong.
That doesn’t mean I’ll retire quietly at home in thoughtful meditation for the next few days ignoring this holiday completely. After all, we celebrate American Independence Day on the Fourth of July every year, marking July 4, 1776 as a day that represents the Declaration of Independence and the birth of the United States of America as an independent nation.
My declaration on this Fourth of July is to “speak up” in prayer, words and deeds.
I will act with kindness and inspire reasoned discourse.
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
I wiped away tears yesterday morning after going through the drive-through at Starbuck’s (my guilty pleasure).
It was a lovely day. My window was open, and I was behind a gentleman with his window rolled down, too. I noticed his license plate frame engraved with the words “Air Force” and “Vietnam vet.” I waved my arm out the window, smiled, and yelled “thank you for your service,” pointing to his license plate. Mentioned that my Dad was a retired Air Force vet who had served in Vietnam. He nodded his head.
When I got to the window to pay for my coffee, the barista said there was no charge. The driver in front of me had picked up my tab.
I was surprised and startled. I smiled. Then I cried, all the way home.
Today – Memorial Day – I honor the men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. They gave the ultimate sacrifice. They won’t be forgotten.