I am my father’s daughter.

I feel very proud of my resume.  It’s kind of kick-ass, I have to tell ya.  I worked so hard on it, and it feels complete.  It’s interesting that we create a document to exemplify who we are, what we are made of, where we want to go, and what we represent to complete strangers…all in Microsoft Word form.  Today is my day to send it to the world.  I’m so excited for them.  In my sister’s words, “I know you can put away a large steak but I had no idea you were so smart.”  I am.  AND I can put away a bottle of A-1 in three days.  It’s a gift, not a curse.  Fan letters are read, but I cannot respond to all of them.

At this stage, the natural second-guessing comes into play.  Will these companies see my attributes on paper?  Will they know how ridiculously cool I am through my choice of font?  Just know this –  my Tahoma can kick your Helvetica into next Tuesday.

We all think that maybe, with the thousands of key-worded, margined resumes sent that ours won’t get noticed…and 90% remain hidden amongst the thousands sent for one position.  When we don’t hear anything, we doubt our capabilities and let complacency’s tentacles wrap themselves around us, drowning us into our present positions.  I was thinking all of this when I heard a story from a first-hand source about my favorite actress.

On the set of Elizabeth, Cate Blanchett was so distraught, so fearful about her performance, she once came into hair and makeup and said, “I guess I could go back to being a shopgirl.”  Cate….Blanchett….in Elizabeth….thought that she wasn’t the person for the job.  She went on to be nominated for an Oscar for her role in that movie, which Gwyneth ended up winning, which leads to stone-cold silence on my part. Whilst I love my Shakespeare in Love, you must be joking.

I decide everyday that if Cate Blanchett’s self-confidence faltered during Elizabeth, I’m going to give this old gal on 73rd street some slack.  I’m a bit of a rockstar.  Lucky to the company that sees it.


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