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Get in Gear

I'm doing it again. Procrastination is getting the best of me and it is also getting me down.

I can't believe I'm going to admit this. It's almost easier to have it in my head. But I figure if I post it out then perhaps I will be further inclined to get my butt in gear.

Am I kidding myself? I don't know but here I go.....

I have not yet sent out anything to prospective employers. I have researched. I have called for email addresses. I have written and rewritten letters and resumes. I have browsed websites. I have read the magazines.

I don't know why I do this. I have been like this my entire life, I'm just not sure that I can tell you when it began. But it seems, whenever I really want something, I can always find a reason to not take the biggest step.

In fairness, I do honestly feel that I am preparing myself for the dream job. I am researching so I score in the interview.

I could not do any more prep work. I need to just send them off. Get them out. Before I get *stuck* doing something that is just *okay*. That *will do*.

That was not the point of this exercise, this quitting-okay-job-move-to-Europe to then work-at-other-*okay*-job.

I feel better having written that down. And I will send something today. I have this blog for pressure.


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