Climbing that ladder again: The Planner and the Pen
Being a successful professional and toddling writer together in the same body is hard. Having seen career successes, I’m now learning to embrace—or at least accept—a string of rejections that fall like the first rain drops on a cloudy day: not entirely unexpected, but disappointing all the same. I’m reliving my early days as an urban planner: attending networking events where I knew no one, clutching my notebook like a shield, trying to decode the unspoken rules of a profession I desperately wanted to join. The old learning curve has returned, only this time I’m climbing it with middle-aged knees.
I’m reliving my early days as an urban planner: attending networking events where I knew no one, clutching my notebook like a shield, trying to decode the unspoken rules of a profession I desperately wanted to join. The old learning curve has returned, only this time I’m climbing it with middle-aged knees.
