Completing this blog post was harder than ever. I had to revisit it at least three times because it was tough to think about the future. Who will still be in my life and who may not. It was difficult to imagine what our world looks like technologically. And last, I realized I don’t think I want my days to look too much different from the way they are already. I strive to work on myself to create a bit more self discipline and accountability, financial security, and continue to fine-tune my narrative to bring more awareness of the impact that I can make with my professional work. I challenge of all you to try this exercise. You don’t have to publish it but I would tuck it away and revisit it every few years and let me know what happens 10 years from now.
Truth is, it’s hard work to find your niche.
Why don’t most people know what their niche is? Because they haven’t taken the time to explore their interests. I believe that discovering your passion, niche, or purpose is a direct result of exploring your interests (or what you think you might be interested in) and then following those interests and seeing what crazy places it takes you to.
However, I understand that finding your personal niche is much easier said then done. So, in an attempt to de-mystify how to find your niche, I have created a step by step process on how you can approach the long, arduous journey of discovering your niche.
"...strive for presence and not perfection in our most significant encounters. Focus, in the moment, on the end goal we’d like to see and doing what it takes to get us there."
Written by: Amma Marfo
It's that time of year - back to school time. It's strange post-graduation when you feel the fall coming on but don't have the anticipation of new classes, won't receive a syllabus that serves as your roadmap for the next few months. But just because you're not in college, doesn't mean there aren't plenty of things to learn or engage your brain with. Here are my favorite resources for ah-ha moments!
In my former, gluten-eating life, I loved to bake. The feeling of putting ingredients together, knowing just how they'd behave, and eagerly anticipating the end result as it rose in the oven is an unforgettable and addictive feeling. (I should note: it can still be enjoyable when I do it now, when I get it right, but it's honestly more chemistry than cooking...but I digress.)
Even with the ample practice I got baking for friends and family, there would be moments where I'd miss an ingredient. A loaf would be in the oven for a few minutes before I'd realize "I forgot the salt!" or "Did I add baking powder?" or, once, "Wait, I don't remember using sugar..." The end result never felt quite right, no matter how gracious those who tasted the failed product tried to be.