The last time I wore a bootcut jeans was 2013, I think. Before the rise of skinnies, bootcut was my staple type of jeans. Well, it was either the boot cuts or the boyfriend jeans – not straight, nu-uh… never the straight cuts (though I’m guilty of owning a couple of ’em).
It’s 1:05 am and I’d like to talk write about borrowed confidence.
Some of my biggest motivations in life usually come from others. When we have others who believe in us, who bring out the best in us and help bolster our confidence.
I’m gonna begin with a rambling of sort. A story, quick one.
A friend asked me if I’m ever concern about the look on my resume with me jumping around jobs from one to another in less than a year – particularly in 2013, with two new jobs in the same year – trying to figure out what I actually wanna do in life.
For once I choose not to answer. She has a point, no doubt. Disloyalty is the one thing those peeps over at HR particularly hate, no matter how good you think you are. And 2013 saw me at my lowest, career-wise, and those couple of facts could shatter my opportunity in future and why shouldn’t I be afraid, no?