Some claim having multiple social media accounts, such as ones that separate personal and professional posts, may make it seem like a person is hiding something or has multiple personalities. That was one of the last things I wanted people to think after learning this from other communication professionals, so at the time, I decided to keep everything in one account to stay authentic and transparent.
The Your Twenty-Something PR Girl blog turned one on November 14! They say the only time you should look back is to see how far you’ve come and that’s exactly what I’m doing today. This is a great opportunity to reflect on this past year, even though it feels like I launched this blog yesterday. Isn’t it crazy how time flies?
When I started Your Twenty-Something PR Girl in November 2016, I dove right in and gave myself three days to launch the site. I know that sounds crazy and impulsive, but hey, it wouldn’t be me without a little touch of crazy and impulsiveness. And as much as I love to have a plan, I did that to myself to fully commit to it; I pressured myself into a quick deadline so it would get done because my passion for this blog was burning so bright and I was tired of putting it off.
I was the girl who constantly looked in the mirror and wondered why I wasn’t as slim as my friends. I would always suck in my stomach and wish for a flatter belly, bigger chest, smaller thighs. As I got older, I added toned arms to the list. In reality, I was not happy with my body, and it was a demon I constantly fought with.
So you did it… you got called in for an interview! Yay! You prepared everything beforehand, are feeling confident, and ready for anything that may be thrown your way. But what do you do after the interview? Do you just go home, wait by the phone, and keep checking your email? Heck no! There’s more work to be done to make sure they remember you.
This might just be out of the fear of getting in trouble growing up, but I always hated making mistakes. It’s not even like my parents beat me or anything, so who knows where the fear even came from. I’m not even kidding – just walking by the principal’s office in school would scare me.