In this post, you will learn the seven essential steps to marketing your personal or professional brand.
It was a dreary Sunday morning and I was exhausted; and I’m not talking about the kind of exhausted that people use to describe a flashy workout or a quarter-mile speed run. I’m talking about the no-sleep, twelve-cups-of-coffee in an IV, kind of exhausted.
“I’m talking about the no-sleep, twelve-cups-of-coffee in an IV, kind of exhausted” – Morgan Messick.
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It was days like this when, if I wasn’t so see-through, I would have called in sick and left my worn-out misery at home, in my bed, with my body right beside it. However, I instead dragged myself out of the bed, down the stairs, and into the car to begin my 40-minute or more commute to work (whether or not I was in a safe enough state to operate a moving vehicle on the highway is a topic for another time).
As I pulled up to work, I let out the world’s heaviest sigh and took a long swig of coffee. Now on a normal day, when I’ve had enough sleep and can function like a normal human-being, I love my job. But today? As I’m sure you have already deduced for yourself, was not one of those days.
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When I was in the sixth grade, I played the part of School Janitor #2 in the annual children’s-church Christmas play. You’re probably thinking right about now, “wait… did she just say a janitor? What does that have to do with Christmas?”. Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t remember how the part of school janitor fit into the Christmas story. I don’t remember any of my lines. I don’t remember any of the songs that we sang (because of course it had to be a musical).
All I remember about that play is this one thing: I was terrified. Continue reading “The Confidence Conundrum”
For those of you who have not yet heard, I guess now would be the time to publicly release my earth-shaking, reality-altering news:
I am quitting college.
I can hear your loud gasps of shock, confusion, and slight disappointment from here. No, this is not a joke – this is not a drill – it’s true. Continue reading “I Came, I Saw, I Conquered… And Then I Quit.”
It was 6:30AM and my alarm was blaring.
One look out my window confirmed exactly what I already knew… I did not want to do life today. Continue reading “Mission Objective: A New Perspective”
In my home, we have this big jar that sits on the fireplace mantle. This jar serves one purpose, and one purpose only: to hold in it all of the things my family is thankful for.
Now obviously we don’t physically stuff all of the things that we are thankful for into this jar, but it holds in it a symbol of our thankfulness for those things. Here’s how it works: every time someone in my family recognizes their feelings of thankfulness for someone or something, we write that thing down on a little piece of note-paper and add it to the jar.
My family began this project several years ago and, at the time, I was in a season of loneliness and disappointment. Though I have always appreciated what this jar stood for, I don’t think I ever really understood the significance of it until now. Let me explain… Continue reading “Destroying Discontentment: The Heart of Thankfulness”
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
A few photos of my adventures in the Land of 10,000 Lakes.
As my second semester of freshman year nears the half-way mark, there’s one thing that I’ve noticed:
Everyone is exhausted.
And I’m not just talking about the sleep-deprived college students running on 5 hours of sleep per night and 10 cups of coffee per day (because the toll that our education system is taking on its students is another topic for another day). I’m also talking about fear-driven parents chasing after their kids, businessman killing themselves for the next promotion, and teenagers suffering from the weariness of heartbreak. We are all exhausted.
Our culture has completely forgotten the worth of rest – we have entirely diminished the importance of the concept!
I haven’t done enough traveling to know for sure but, from what I hear, this problem is mostly relevant in the good ole’ USA.
Land of the weary, home of the depressed. Continue reading “The Art of Doing Nothing”
One of the most common complaints that I hear about Christians is that we are too arrogant. We come across to the world as a group of religious know-it-alls who have no regard for the worldviews or opinions of other people.
This should be one of our greatest concerns as a people who are hopelessly in love with Jesus.
If our desire is to see people set free through the transformational power of Jesus Christ, shouldn’t we also have the desire to understand what that person needs to be set free from? Continue reading “The Richness of Reputation: A Lesson in Teachability”
Confession Time: I am as indecisive as they come.
Seriously. It’s bad.
And I feel a little uncomfortable broadcasting this flaw to the entire world because admitting that you’re not perfect is such a taboo thing to do in our American culture… but here I am. Completely unperfect, entirely not put together, and hopelessly indecisive.
Let me just stop for a moment to give you a fair warning: this blog post is going to be messy because, well, life is messy. So if you’re not really in the mood to be real for a few minutes, then you should probably click away now. But, if you’re imperfect and a little messy like me then, by all means, keep on reading. Continue reading “Escaping Pleasure Island”
Are you the person that you were created to be?
Do you even know who that person is?
There was a time in my life where I was not the person that I was created to be – I was the person that everyone else wanted me to be. I tried to be everything to everyone, to never disappoint, and I was miserable. I didn’t know who I wanted to be or who I was supposed to be, so I let everyone else decide for me. The voices of the world were screaming so loudly “do this” and “do that” that I could no longer hear the voice of my Father. I had lost my identity. Continue reading “Created to Be”