The path to career success for many follows a time-worn tradition. Often, it’s off to college for a degree. Nowadays, the degree must be “marketable.” And then after that, an advanced degree is almost always expected, if not immediately, then down the road once you are established at the firm. Increasingly, all those initials after your name come with a hefty price tag and mountains of debt.
I’ve never followed convention, or the traditional college track.
My own “education” seems ass backwards according to the ways of the world. The journey of reinvention I’ve been on for more than a decade began later in life. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I’m finding that my DIY ways and quirky approach to making a living is more of an advantage than a liability.
The approach I’ve taken to becoming a writer also trod a road less traveled. No MFA, and no English major, either. I didn’t go to J-School to acquire my journalistic skills.
And yet, here I am, 12 years further down the road. I’ve accomplished many things I only dreamed would happen when I walked away from my Moscow Mutual cubicle in January, 2004.
Last October, I knew I needed to update my writing clips as a freelance writer. I landed a gig for a few months writing about consumer goods for the financial website, The Motley Fool. It wasn’t Pulitzer Prize investigative journalism, but these opened doors elsewhere. 2014 has been a really good year, rejoining the freelance writing community.
My son, Mark, reminds me from time to time to, “just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Thanks, Mark. Your advice and admonition continues serving me well.