Shit I Will Do Or Make Happen In 2017

This is version 1 but expect to see numerous updates of this list throughout 2017…and if you don’t see updates you have my permission to ask me why the fuck I haven’t updated my list. Accountability and whatnot…

  1. Finish Phi’s baby blanket (this is kinda cheating cause it’s like 90% done but I’mma put it on the list anyway)
  2. Post on BGU at least once a week
  3. Find freelance writing opportunities
  4. Pitch freelance writing opportunities
  5. Try knitting socks using the two circular knitting needles method
  6. Go see my family so they can meet Phi
  7. Finally try knitting a hat on double point needles
  8. Get pretty and take photos of already knitted items
  9. List already knitted items on Etsy
  10. Update my LinkedIn page with my APW internship.
  11. Apply for opportunities in Atlanta
  12. Search for homes for sale in Atlanta
  13. Convince Meg that I should be Chief Data Officer for APW – I’ll start off as “Data Guru” tho…ok maybe not “guru” cause all the startups use that term and it’s corny…but basically I wanna be the queen of all things data & sales & marketing for APW, I just need a better title than “queen of all things data & sales & marketing”.
  14. Take a girl’s trip – no baby, no husband.
  15. Help my cousin soror plan her wedding
  16. Get ordained to do weddings in Georgia
  17. Convince someone to let me officiate their wedding in Georgia
  18. Go to Elise’s yoga class twice a week
  19. Take the baby to Bring Your Own Baby yoga class at Blooma
  20. Pay off my last credit card that carries a balance (I’m actually really proud that I’m down to 1 credit card that’s carrying a balance, trust me this is an accomplishment)
  21. Find a reliable babysitter so I can go out with my husband to stuff
  22. Book a cheap flight deal so we can take a trip as a family, preferably an international trip so Phi can get a passport stamp.
  23. Go back to the Primal lifestyle, at least 80% (I’ll be shooting for 100% but I know that’s unrealistic for me)

New Year, New Life

So I just remembered that I had a blog.

Ok, that’s a lie. I’ve remembered for months…it’s just be hard to write. I’m not exactly sure why I found it hard to write here, but I did. So I just kept..avoiding this space even though I know that the best thing for me to do is to write regularly, no matter what it is.

Beyond not having the motivation or strong desire to write here, I also had a few things happening. My pregnancy was somewhat all-consuming but not in a bad way. I just got really into the experience of being pregnant and everything that came with it. My instinct to research everything went into hyperdrive during my pregnancy – I Googled everything I could Google. I read books and I joined FB mama groups (some are better than others, let me tell you) and I talked to all the mamas I knew. And then I waited and waited and waited some more for #BabyPi to show up. She is my child, so she took her sweet time and decided she was going to come when she was ready, which meant she showed up on the first Friday of 2017. Thanks for dashing my hopes of a tax deduction!

The first six weeks have been hard and fun and fulfilling and challenging and more. Josephine (aka Phi) is such a sweet baby, and I’m just in love with her. She loves to cuddle and honestly, I love having that excuse to cuddle with her for hours. Overall she’s a pretty chill, happy baby but she’s still a baby, so we’re dealing with middle of the night feedings and fussy evenings. Overall though, I’m overjoyed that I decided to take this plunge into parenthood.

I’m on maternity leave for another 6 weeks, so I have a good chunk of time on my hands. I’m going to use some of it writing and getting out all these random thoughts I’ve had in my head. I’m also plotting my next moves for 2017 – I put some things on hold in 2016 once I got pregnant, and now that Phi is here I need to kick things into high gear so we can make some moves.

Stay tuned…

 

Remembering That Time I Was Brave, So That I Can Be Brave Once Again

She Who Is Brave Is Free

Last week, I had a breakfast meeting with my friend BL. I hadn’t seen her in a while and I wanted to catch up, but I also wanted to pick her brain about business ideas. See, BL is my inspiration for where I want to be – not only does she have a successful corporate career, but she has an equally successful side venture. In short, she’s doing what I want to do, so it makes sense to go to someone who is doing what you’re looking to do, right?

Over some yummy breakfast food, I walked BL through my ideas, my frustrations, and my fear of putting myself out there and trying something new. She gave me encouragement, some ideas and some advice. She also gave me a bit of a wake-up, when she looked at me and proclaimed, “dude, you married someone from Twitter, you’re already brave!” Ha. Yes, to most folks, marrying a person you met on social media seems like a crazy idea, so in that regard, I’m extremely brave. But I get what she meant – I’ve already conquered a fear and come out on top, so I simply need to do it again.

Later that day, as I was processing the day and everything we talked about, it dawned on me that there was another time in my life when I conquered a fear and came out on top. Ten years ago, I was a PhD student at my dream school. Up until that point, I’d achieved everything I’d set out to do. I’d made a few adjustments to my life plan, but overall I was still on the path that I’d set out for myself as a young teen, when I decided to pursue scientific research as a career. A PhD in chemistry was my last step before I embarked on an academic research and teaching career. There was just one problem – I was miserable! No one truly explained to me that life as a PhD student wasn’t as easy as they make it seem. I found myself working all the time, either in the lab, or teaching, or taking my own courses. Once my coursework was completed, my workload grew due to qualifying exams and other commitments. I enjoyed my research, and I learned a lot, but I hated the other parts that came along with research. I hated spending hours running NMR samples, or analyzing GC-MS results, because using industry-standard spectral libraries wasn’t allowed. Each Sunday, I got a pit in my stomach, because Monday was coming and that meant it was time for another meeting with my research group. I would sit in those meetings and pray that I had analyzed all my results correctly and prepped adequately, because if I hadn’t, I’d be publicly berated by my research adviser.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I hated my PhD program so much that it manifested as physical illness. I already suffered from migraines, but they became more frequent in the second year of my program. I also developed tension headaches, which forced me to abandon my lab in the middle of work and seek a quiet, dark place to recuperate. A visit to the health center diagnosed me, and I was given drugs to help the symptoms, but they did not give much relief. As my headaches got worse, my confidence and self-esteem suffered as well. I’d always felt I was smarter than the average bear, but graduate school made me question my abilities. Almost every day I had an experience with a professor or postdoc that left me wondering if I even belonged there. Of course, it wasn’t just me – we all swapped stories of how a professor treated us like garbage for not knowing the answer to a question, or received a bad test grade. My other classmates took it as par for the course, but I internalized a lot of the criticism I received.

The stress, the criticism, my health issues – I couldn’t take it anymore. I considered other options, such as transferring to a different school, or changing advisers. In the end, it was clear to me that simply changing schools wouldn’t solve my problem, because my problem was rooted in the PhD experience. A change of scenery or a different adviser wouldn’t change that. I toyed with switching to a public policy degree, but while I enjoyed the courses and learning something new, but my heart was still in the sciences and laboratory work.

And that’s when I pulled the trigger – I applied to graduate with a Master’s in chemistry, instead of staying to finish my PhD.

I could have pushed through three more years of research, and late nights in the lab, and writing papers. I could have written a dissertation and defended and graduated as Dr. Tucker. But it wasn’t worth it to me anymore. My health was suffering, both physically and mentally, and I realized that a PhD wasn’t worth my health. But it was so scary to make that decision. I feared judgement and ridicule from my peers, family and friends. I didn’t want to be a quitter. I wanted to make people proud of me. And I wanted to fulfill that childhood dream of an academic research career. Quitting my PhD meant saying goodbye to that.

Looking back, I see now how brave I was to give up the path I’d been on for years, and decide to pursue something new. As much as I wanted a PhD, I learned that it wasn’t meant for me. Leaving school and starting my career turned out to be a good decision and a blessing. But in the moment, it was scary and I was unsure it would pay off. Fast forward ten years, and now I feel the same way, only this time I want to walk away from a traditional corporate career. The fear I feel is bigger this time, because I have more riding on it – I’m not a broke PhD student living off ramen noodles, now I have bills and I’ve gotten very comfortable making good money. But my career is also a gift, and I have the luxury to pursue other passions while I work my day job, until I’m ready to make a move. And I have great friends to give me the push I need to take the first steps towards fulfilling my dreams and passions.

Big steps towards my dreams are coming soon – stay tuned!

I Changed My Definition Of Career Success

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I’m a typical Gen Y’er and if you’re a Gen Y’er like me, you probably grew up with the same mantra – do well in school, go to a good college, so you can get a good job. Then work work work so you can get all the promotions and climb to the top of the corporate ladder. Making lots of money, having an executive title – THAT was success, and hence what we all should strive for. This mantra was repeated by our parents, our teachers, our mentors, and reinforced in the media. So I adopted it, and I set my sights on achieving it. I started college as an engineering major and interning at a Fortune 500 company. I switched my major to chemistry but headed to grad school, to further my training, and hopefully make more money after graduation.I had a brief flirtation with the idea of going into academia, but in the end I decided to go the corporate route.

When I started my “grown up” career at 24, I was full of new grad optimism and enthusiasm. I wanted to learn as much as I could, and overachieve so that I could get promoted, because that’s what I was expected to do, right? So I volunteered for all these extra projects at work, and did the career development stuff that is pushed to new grads in large corporations. I believed all those stories that said if you work hard and don’t be a lazy young person, you’ll be rewarded. And I was, at least monetarily. My salary grew by leaps and bounds but that promotion? I had to change companies to get it. Despite my work, networking with allies and mentors and career development, for whatever reason, promotions in role weren’t coming my way.

It’s been almost ten years since I started my corporate career, and my view of success has changed drastically since I was a new grad. I had a feeling that my priorities and career goals had changed, and last week showed me that  my definition of success has changed as well.

Last week I had my performance review. I wasn’t super excited about it and expected the worst, not because of my performance but because of the drastic changes happening within my company. I survived many layoffs in 2015, and the subsequent personnel changes resulted in numerous changes to my chain of command. I’ve had 5 direct managers, plus many VPs and other executives that I report to. When the review period started, I realized that there was no one left in my department who could reflect and comment on my entire 2015 performance, because everyone was gone. Crazy, right? So I didn’t have high expectations for my performance review results. My score was decent, and I received a small raise but once again, I was not promoted. When I started with this company 3.5 years ago, getting a promotion was high on my list, but due to circumstances beyond my control it has yet to happen.

I expected to walk away upset, questioning myself, questioning if this is the place for me – the types of reactions that I’ve had before. This time I walked away with a #kanyeshrug and went about my business. And then I paused, and I asked myself if I should be upset because I wasn’t promoted. Like my initial reaction went something like this:

Me: Still got a job? Getting more money? Cool

My brain: Wait, you’re still at the same level you were when you started. Aren’t you upset? You should be upset.

Me: Wait, I should be upset? For why?

My brain: You’re supposed to get promoted! You’re supposed to want to be an executive with a fancy title and a big office! Did you forget?

Me: OH. For real? I’m supposed to want that?

My brain: DUH! Everybody wants that…right?

And that’s when I had to have a quick DM chat with a couple of friends, who talked me off the ledge. I was totally fine until I started thinking, and all those rules about success that I was taught as a child started flooding into my brain. I grew up with a message that success meant a fancy title, a big office, the big money, etc. Everyday I see lists about the Top 30 under 30, or see LinkedIn updates from people I went to school with announcing their promotions and fancy jobs and whatnot. I’ve been conditioned to want a specific type of success but I have not been able to achieve that, at least not yet.

I’m OK with where I am in my career. During these ten years I’ve worked, I see what it takes to get to those high levels, and nothing about it is appealing to me. I don’t want to spend my nights and weekends working. I don’t want to have a company cell phone and spend every waking moment being available for work. I don’t want to go on vacation but still log into work each day (that’s not a vacation). I don’t want to work 60+ hours a week, and not have time to do anything other than work and sleep. None of that is appealing to me. I love my work-life balance and I love that I can leave work at work and pursue other things in my free time. I don’t love that my hard work doesn’t directly benefit my bottom line, but I love that my direct deposit hits my account on a regular schedule.

I’ve arrived at a state of peace in my view of my career. I’ve realized that my passions lie elsewhere and that I value different things than I did when I was 24. I’ve learned that a successful career doesn’t look the same for everyone, and that I have the ability to define success for myself. After a moment of angst, I realize that not getting a promotion is a blessing as well, as it gives me time to focus on the things I enjoy, and less pressure in the office. If I do climb a ladder, it’s going to be my ladder, not a predetermined corporate ladder. I probably will never have an executive title, unless it’s a title for my own endeavor. And honestly, I like the sound of CEO of My Thing better than VP of Corporate Whatever.

What say you readers – what does a successful career look like to you? Have you achieved it? 

I’ve Aged Out Of The Party Scene

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I’m officially too old for this life!

March 17, 2016 was a milestone day for me. Yes, it was St Patrick’s Day, but it’s also the day that I discovered an important fact – I’m too damn old for nightclubs, especially on a school night.

This endeavor started out with the best of intentions. First Avenue (a nightclub here in Minneapolis, you probably heard of it thanks to Purple Rain) started hosting these Drake Nite parties. The premise is simple – charge $10 and have the DJ play a Drake mix all night. Sounds like a fun night to me, cause I love me some Drake. I missed the first few nights that they had, and my friend KS mentioned that she was interested in going to the next one, which was March 17th. Cool, we got some tickets and made plans to dance the night away at First Avenue.

Day of the party, I remembered that I’m old and that I had to work all day. Would I still be able to kick it after a busy day? Sure, I just need a disco nap! For the uninitiated, a disco nap is a nap you take in the early evening, so that you’re ready to go out and party. When I was 21, I had no need for a disco nap, but at 33, I can’t even think about being up past 11pm without one. So I got in the bed and had my 2 hour nap. When my husband woke me up at 10:15pm, I was ready to swing on him, that’s how much I was enjoying my sleep. I briefly considered bailing, but we’d already bought tickets and I knew my friend really wanted to go.

We got to First Avenue around 11pm and I knew immediately it was going to be a bad idea. There were tons of drunk folks running around thanks to the St Patrick’s Day festivities. Teenagers smoking cigarettes and other things surrounded the door, and were talking in the loud voice that all teenagers seem to use, as if they can’t hear each other except when they are yelling. I got inside and was met by a sea of 18-25 year olds.

I attempted to hit the dance floor, but after I was bumped by the 3rd person, I could feel my anger building. So we retreated to the 2nd level, where we grabbed a drink and found a spot by the railing. The Drake set started around 1130pm and we had some fun dancing and singing along. My friend really wanted to go back downstairs to the dance floor, so we made our way back down to give it another shot. Yeah…I just don’t have the patience for it anymore. The bumping, the stepping on feet, the lack of personal space – none of it is appealing to me. I survived maybe two songs before I escaped and went back upstairs. We finally called it a night at 1230pm and I was home and in bed by 1am.

I set my alarm for 730am, and I still had to drag myself out of bed with all the strength I could muster. I had one drink and got 6 hours of sleep, and yet I felt like I’d stayed up all night. So far I’ve consumed a venti iced coffee and I’m still yawning. As soon as my work day is over, I have a date with my bed for a much needed nap.

How did this happen? It didn’t used to be this way! I remember being in college, being up all night long, maybe getting an hour or two of sleep, and functioning fine the next day. Now, if I’m up past 11pm, it’s a momentous feat and I’m going to sleep in the next morning. I have a strict bedtime and not adhering to it is painful.

I see now why the 30+ crowd loves a day party – you can kick it from 2pm to 6pm, and still get your required sleep. And you don’t have to worry about 18 year olds spilling a drink on you or stepping on your feet. I’ve learned my lesson – the next Drake Nite won’t have me in attendance. I’ll just throw on my Drake playlist at home, and dance in the living room. At least there, I’m guaranteed some personal space and a short commute to my bed when it’s over.

*yawn*

Is It Time To Let Go Of My Pseudo-Anonymity?

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How I’ve been blogging for years!

Back in the Internet Dark Ages, aka 2004, I started my first blog. Back then, Facebook was just a thing for Harvard students, Twitter was a long way off, and even Myspace was still just for musicians. AOL and AOL Instant Messenger (AIM) were a big deal, and if you did any interacting with anyone online, it was probably on a message board. Blogging was just becoming a thing, and lots of people were doing it just for fun – the idea that you could blog as a career hadn’t been conceived yet. It was in this environment that on a whim, I went to Blogger and set up a blog. It took like 2 seconds, and there I had my own little corner of the Internet, which I called Confessions of a Grad School Slave. During setup, I had to choose a name, and I decided to go with Jubilance, which is my line name (and now a nickname, since I’ve used it so long). In a split second, I decided to be anonymous on the Internet, or at least as anonymous as I could be. I figured it would be a good idea to keep my online presence separate from my offline life.

Years of Blogging Anonymously

Honestly, I don’t even remember what really motivated me to start blogging in the first place. I’ve never been a “diary” or “journal” kind of girl. Growing up I was addicted to young adult serials like The Babysitter’s Club, Sweet Valley Twins, and Sweet Valley High. Every book, movie and magazine geared to tweet and teen girls all mandated that you must have a diary. Where else were you going to confess your love for the football star or lament how much your parents didn’t understand you? As much as I tried, I just couldn’t get the diary bug to stick – it just didn’t appeal to me. But blogging somehow felt different. Perhaps it was the public nature – the idea that anyone could find it and read it. It wasn’t just for me, it was for everyone, a public experience. But by using a pseudonym, was able to keep my blogging separate from my everyday life. It was an “extra”, a thing I did on the side, when I felt like I had something to share.

I could never keep a diary, but the blogging bug has stuck with me over almost 12 years now. For most of those years, I wrote when I felt like it, mostly when I was struggling in some way and needed an outlet. Blogging was always an outlet for me, and never something I took seriously until a few years ago. I always looked at it as a fun outlet and not a practical career move. With the encouragement of friends, I’m finally taking my writing seriously.

Time To Let Go Of the Pseudonym

I realized the other day that while I started blogging with the goal of anonymity, I’ve done a really bad job of it. Anyone who knows how to use Google can figure out my real name, find my LinkedIn profile, my Twitter and other identifying information about me. As the 2016 writing fellow for A Practical Wedding, I’m publishing content regularly, under my real name. My goal has been to gain experience and build my portfolio, and hiding my identity here doesn’t fit with that. At the same time, I love the Jubilance nickname and it will still be in use – on Twitter, my Disqus account, etc. But I don’t feel the need to keep my online life separate from my real world life anymore. In the beginning, I felt that I needed to keep them separate for my corporate career, but now I see that writing IS my career, and I should embrace it.

Moving forward, I’m making changes to Black Girl Unlost, including updating the About Me page to reflect my true identity. It feels a bit daunting to put my name here, but also encouraged. Stripping the anonymity from BGU is step 1 as I move towards a freelance writing career and building my brand.

Friday Faves and Some Career News

Happy Friday! It feels like this week has gone by really fast, but I’m happy about that!

My fave looks of the week: I had 2 great items from Gwynnie Bee this week. I really loved the sweater dress, it was so cozy and warm! I was very surprised at how much I liked the black & white cardigan. Normally I don’t do oversized items (it’s a plus size no-no) but I found it to be very flattering on me. I kinda want to keep the cardigan. I also debuted a new sweater from Ann Taylor – they always have the greatest classic pieces. I ended the week with my #BlackGirlsAreMagic tee, which always makes me happy.

Also can we talk about my posing this week? I’m finding my sweet spot in terms of poses.

Gwynnie Bee Striped Sweater Dress Gwynnie Bee Oversized Cardigan Ann Taylor Pink Sweater Black Girls Are Magic Tee

Career News! I’ve talked multiple times about my up and down relationship with my current employer. I took a new internal job in October 2014, and since then I’ve had 4 different managers, been through 3 rounds of layoffs, and had my chain of command (VPs & higher) change 4+ times as well. Well now I’m up to manager #5 because my last manager left the company last week. This week my team learned that we’re changing our chain of command once again, so we have a new VP and our other senior leaders are new in role as well. At least this time my actual job isn’t changing – that happened last summer *sigh*.

As I deal with the day job craziness, I’m trying to spread my wings and push myself in different areas. One of those areas is writing – I’ve written here for years but I’ve never thought of myself as a writer. One of my favorite websites A Practical Wedding announced their 2016 writing internship last November, and I decided to throw my hat in the ring. Well, I’m happy to announce that I was selected as the 2016 writing fellow for APW! I am super excited to join their team – the site is one of my faves and I visit each day. This internship will give me the practice writing that I need, as well as experience writing different types of pieces for the web.

How was your week? Any plans for Valentine’s Day? Hit the comments!

I Wanna Have A Baby And I Blame My Husband

You know how some women know they are destined to be mothers, and they go their entire lives trying to make that dream happen? Yeah…that wasn’t me, ever. In my early 20’s, I thought I wanted to be a mom, but I realized that I really liked children that you could return to their owners. I never felt a strong desire to be a mom – it seemed like a drag. You get to take your money that you used to spend on yourself, and spend it on someone else, while you’re deprived of sleep and covered in vomit. I like spending money on myself and I really love my sleep, so I was good on the kid thing. I knew I wanted to get married, and I knew I was destined to be a wife, but I wasn’t really interested in the motherhood part.

And then I fell in love.

As our relationship grew, and my love for him grew, I began to see my husband differently. I’d look at his chocolatey face and imagine a baby with his beautiful dark skin, and my dimples. That image became more frequent…and then I realized that I was fantasizing about our future baby. Wait – I want a baby? How the hell did that happen?

Love is a bitch. Love made me want to have a baby and it’s all LM’s fault.

My baby fever was cemented when I watched my husband interact with kids. He’s super cute with the babies, but he’s even cuter with the older kids. The first time he met my twin nieces and my nephew, they instantly latched onto him, and proceeded to outdo themselves as they vied for his attention. We got to see them on our Thanksgiving trip and the kids had a ball with their uncle – wrestling, taking pics, reading books and coloring together. As I sat and watched with my sister-in-law, we both remarked on how good he is with the kids.

LM has been on #TeamBaby for a while now. After some time, now I’m squarely on #TeamBaby too, and I ask him for one every day. It started out as a running joke…and then we wondered, what are we waiting for? We’re ain’t getting no younger (shout out to Jagged Edge) so maybe we should start trying? Are we even ready to have a baby? We’ve talked a lot and decided, yup, we’re ready! So…let’s make a baby?

Let’s make a baby!

Except one small thing…I’m kinda scared. Actually I’m a lot scared. This is a complete shift in mindset for me. I spent years and years actively trying to NOT get pregnant, and doing a very good job of it. I’ve never even had a pregnancy scare. Now here I am, married to the best guy ever, wanting to have a baby…and I’m worried that I won’t be able to. What if I never had a pregnancy scare because I can’t get pregnant? What if it takes us forever and lots of money to get pregnant? What if we do it wrong? I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, but also really excited. We’re going to have a baby and that’s gonna be awesome, right?

Got any tips for me? Books we should read, apps we should use, things we should try? 

Things I’d Rather Do Instead Of Working A Traditional Job

I’ve reached the point in my career where I fantasize about all the other things I’d rather be doing instead of going to work everyday. Here’s the list, in no particular order:

  • Knitting fun things – hats, scarfs, coffee mug sleeves, fingerless gloves, mittens, etc.
  • Going to yoga practice
  • Writing
  • Researching wedding stuff – trends, cool vendors, interesting traditions
  • Writing about things found during previously mentioned wedding research
  • Completing yoga teacher training
  • Opening an Etsy shop to sell all those cool knitting projects I want to do
  • International travel
  • Going to movie screenings
  • Writing reviews of said movies seen during screenings
  • Domestic travel
  • Writing about the cool things I saw during all this travel
  • Continuing to knit cool things
  • Maybe teach some folks how to knit some of the cool things I’ve made
  • Teaching people how to do Six Sigma
  • Teaching people project management methodology
  • Advising college students – specifically Black college students in STEM fields
  • Presenting workshops
  • Still more knitting
  • Some more travel – I need more passport stamps
  • Throw some more yoga in there – more classes both as a student and a teacher
  • Doing wedding research for busy brides or brides who don’t know what they want and where to start

Any idea how I can make a career or at least make some money doing these things? Cause this corporate game has me pretty down. 

Friday Faves And Stuff To Read

Happy Friday! I hope you had a great week!

My fave looks of the week: This week wasn’t my most exciting, style-wise, but I managed a few looks that I really liked. I pulled out my two-tone boots, but I may have to retire them because my calves are too big for them 🙁 I’ve also decided that I need to add some new accessories to my collection, to help jazz up my looks.

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Fave thing that happened at work this week: My company likes to bring in speakers and this week they brought in Tara Jaye Frank. I wasn’t super familiar with her prior to her visit, but I’m a big fan now. I got a chance to speak to her 1-on-1, in a small group and to attend a lecture she presented. I’ve shared how I’ve been struggling in my career and my career path, and listening to Tara’s words really got the wheels turning in my mind. I still have some thinking to do, and some fear to conquer, but I feel encouraged that I’m moving in the right direction.

Fave things I read this week: I read some great pieces this week, but these ones stand out to me.

“Why Doesn’t Silicon Valley Hire Black Coders?” in Bloomberg Businessweek – A great look into the diversity issue at tech companies and their diversity efforts at Howard University. I’m not in IT but I know a lot of folks who are, and as a chemist I see a lot of parallels to my own college recruitment experience. I may do a separate blog post cause I have a lot of thoughts on this one.

“The DIY Scientist, The Olympian, and The Mutated Gene” from ProPublica – this was also featured on This American Life last week, but I read the print piece before I listened to the story. I was fascinated! It was such an amazing story and really got me thinking about biochemistry.

“Cultivating Purpose: Let Go of ‘Should’ And Do What You Love” from Tiny Buddha – This was timely for me, given my career angst. I love Tiny Buddha and they always have great posts.

What’s been your faves for the week? Let me know in the comments!