Saturday, August 27, 2016

Is Yours Up To Date? Bonus Blog

Do you remember about 3 years ago, when you helped me with my resume? 


I need it updated. 

Okay, that's easy enough. Tell me whats happened in the past 3 years. 

Uhm, well, that's what I need your help with. 

If I had a nickel.........

You have a killer resume, get the position of a lifetime and you feel that, well, that's that.

It ain't

My suggestion is you review your resume every 6 months and make updates when needed.

There may have been a promotion, or a significant honor that came your way. A noteworthy achievement?

Make sure they are noted and updated on your resume so when the next greatest opportunity comes along you aren't scrambling for a bottle of Valium like everyone else.
Schedule a reminder in your calendar app six months from today. - "Check resume for updates."

Shoot fire, with the way technology is today you can set reminders for a couple of years.

That way, you're prepared when the next great thing comes along.

One of the many services I offer is the six month reminder to the people whose resumes I create or modify. If you want to know more you can contact me through my web site New Career Creations

Do you enjoy reading my blog postings? Please share them with anyone you feel may benefit from them and while your at it, register to receive an email reminder each time I publish a new posting

On the right column of the page, just below the blog archive section, is a tab that reads
SUBSCRIBE TO MY BLOG. Right below it a place to put your email address and viola, every time I post you will get a reminder.

Pretty cool, huh?


Thursday, August 25, 2016

Living With Ghosts

The late Zig Ziglar once said that it's okay to visit pity city. You just can't build a house there.

I think it's the same with our past.

We can look at it. We can learn from it. We can pause for a moment or two.

But really? It's not much more than a reference point.

It's tucked away in layers of dust or in dark corners. Maybe it only pops up at 4 AM

Sometimes it puts the brakes on our future --- A grim reminder from deep inside that says we are not good enough, smart enough, strong enough.

Men don't.............

Women dont................

You're too.............

It's like a hand that reaches into the back of our waist band and holds us tight and forever treading water. Or so it seems

Our past is a reminder of where we've been and how far we've come. Maybe it's not always been at the speed we'd like.

Each of us has a  mission and purpose that only comes from looking forward not back

It is where we get our sense of purpose in our lives and in our careers.

It is a point of reference when I'm feeling stuck.  I can look over my shoulder and marvel just how far I've come since.............. Well, you fill in your own blank.

We all have one.

What matters is how we look at it and what we do with it

Otherwise we just living with ghosts

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Kid Fears

It ended with a hug.

Not one of those hugs that's taken the place of a handshake.

It was a full on hug and after a second or two I started counting. When he released it he looked at me and said thank you.

His company had hired me to see if I could coach him through some basic supervisory skills. His immediate supervisor told me that if his father hadn't owned the company he'd have been terminated after a week.

Could I help him?

He pulled up to our first meeting in a brand new Cadillac Escolade - An incentive from his dad to perform well. He waved his VISA gold card around enough that the serving staff paid really close attention to us. He ordered way more food than he could eat and didn't seem to concerned about throwing most of it away.

I wanna apologize for having to cancel on you last week. I got hit with a DWUI and it took my dad's lawyer a day or so to get it take care of. 

He winked.

Dad had left when he was 5 yeas old. The lure of success was more attractive then a wife and a child. Other than the monthly support check, dad was pretty much out of his life.

When he needed a job dad decided it was time to make up for twenty plus years of neglect and mandated that he be given a responsible position and a hefty salary.

For a long time dad was the only one in the company who slept well at night.

We spent three months eating lunch together once a week and I'd like to tell you that he did the proverbial 180 and went on to do great things.

If I told you that then this would be a work of fiction.

I do not consider my time with him a waste.

That hug I told you about?

That hug reminded me of the hugs my adult children give me from time to time. So, maybe, just for 10 seconds or so, he felt validated as a human being, accepted for who he was and just a smidgen secure.


In other words you're a life coach?

I'd appear to look offended and hurt.

Uh, no. I am a career development coach who specializes in the areas of small business, career transition and workplace relationships. 

I had to pause to catch my breath in the middle of that dissertation.

So you're a life coach. 


Are you on fire
From the years?
What would you give for your
Kid fears?

Monday, August 8, 2016


My birthday was this past Saturday and I had a hard time enjoying it.

I was blessed with a  nasty summer cold that isn't going away anytime soon.

I cursed my luck and the fates and walked around gloomy and grumpy.

I put on a brave smile as we gathered for lunch, presents and cake.

Inside? "Gloom, despair, agony on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery. If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all...."

Everyone kept telling me they were so, so sorry I was sick on my birthday.

That's gotta suck John.

No kidding - only "kidding" wasn't the word I used.  

I limped home and collapsed, all the while bemoaning my fate. Sick on my birthday. Sigh.

I fight the present. I've always been dissatisfied with where I am at the moment

I always wanna be better, stronger, more intelligent. 

I want you to like me, to admire me. (It's okay to swoon also.)

I cannot fall behind. If I do I'll be forgotten

It's my greatest fear - to be pased by, forgotten left on the front porch. 

The last kid chosen

Time's a wastin'

Got get better, gotta compete. 

This was just another in a long line of things that were slowing me down and BTW my birthday? 

 I turned 63.

Tick tock, tick, tock

A cold!!! A freakin' cold. In August

It easy for me to calm and quiet my anxieties on an intellectual level, but emotionally  I'm standing there with a garden hose fighting a raging fire.

Whatever the present moment contains accept it
as if you had chosen it.

File that wisdom under "bitter pill to swallow."

I'm workin' on it.

I woke up today resigned to my current fate which beats the snot out of trying to run it out of town.

I'm workin' on it.

One day soon I'll just breathe deep and accept today as it is, with all of its possibilities. Just as it is.

God, I hope I have another 63 years left!