Resumes, Obituaries, and Purpose. F’n Life Bro.

Good morning, let’s get it.

I hate making a resume. I never know what they really want to know. Is it the mechanical keywords they want, or is it your story. I really can’t help but fuck around when I do them and put in a little joke or a funny remark. To me if they are too serious do I even want to work there. That is just a personal feeling.

After making mine yesterday, it has been a long time. What I think is missing is the adventure. But that is what happens though when you put family over work and work for stability. I didn’t go to work to build a career, to climb a ladder, or kiss anyone’s ass. I went to work to provide for my family- not glamorous. I spent many years unfulfilled, miserable, and still optimistic. I knew it was my responsibility to either change my situation or live in it. But resume doesn’t reflect any of that. It doesn’t explain why I worked the weekends to make sure my kids didn’t need child care and that was more important to me than money or position. It doesn’t speak to the personal and spiritual growth I had to undertake being stuck. A resume isn’t your life’s story. It is a brief work history.

Most people’s obituaries are boring. They gloss over a person’s life. They take the most surface things about a person and share it. It is worse than a resume. It is someone else trying to retail your life in as brief a time possible.

What we miss, with resumes, CVs, or obituaries is our life. We miss the people who we engaged. We miss the lives we touched and that touched us. We miss the personal development. We miss the valleys that the mountain top moments over look. We miss the journey. We reflect on the past in a way that doesn’t tell our story. Personally, I care more about the future than the past. I understand its importance, without reflecting on it, we can get stuck reliving it. Many people don’t recognize and try to change bad habits. What is missing, is the future. Our vision of where we want to go. Shit, even if it is heaven, creating a compelling future for ourselves, will make our lives richer. To have a dream or join a dream that makes the world a better place for generations is one way to do it. Settling for just getting rich, buying fancy stuff, makes your life meaningless, to fully develop we must see ourselves as servants to each other. Meaning and purpose exist outside of any economic structure we develop. Being a Mother is a richer life, than being the boss. Real human connections matter, they give us purpose. Most of us find our purpose in serving others. Even in the arts. Shared expression, insight, and connection, serve the patrons.

But it’s way past time for me to wrap this up. Have a kick ass weekend.

Later Gator 🐊

P.S. Adventure in the work place, requires risks, challenges, and self-driven-purpose. It is like going to the gym, you have to push yourself. Only you know how much you really tried.