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A blessing and a curse

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Describing yourself is the hardest thing. Especially when it comes to job searching. The career coaching I’m attending at the moment, we’re talking about CV’s and how to make one. I for one don’t really know what my strengths are. I can do a lot of things but I don’t know how to put them into words. We Finns are not used to toot our own horn. We don’t want to brag about ourselves and our skills. We think we sound too self-absorbed if we do. It’s also because of jealousy of other people. Succesful people are usually seen as arrogant because they’re confident and proud of their work. That’s something some Finns can’t stand.

It’s a blessing and a curse to be as versatile as I am. I’m sure some of you out there who are multitaskers know what I mean. I’m not best at anything but good in lot of things. That’s a blessing.
The curse is, I don’t know what I want to do more. That’s what makes job searching so difficult for me. I don’t know what I really want. There’s a lot but I can’t describe it what it is. So when I showed my CV to the coach and she said I should write what kind of photographer I am (that’s the main thing for me) and what are my 5 most important skills in that area. That’s makes me go hmm, I don’t know. I don’t even know what those are. I can’t rate myself like that. No one has really told me. It’s much easier to know what you do on your free time and what you like then. But you can’t make a living of it.

What I do know is that I’m good at listening. That’s a rare gift. People can talk about anything and they think I don’t hear. But I actually do. I observe. I can concentrate on my own things but I still hear what people talk about. I don’t eavesdrop on every word but I still hear. When my mother told me to do something (chores and such) and I was doing something else, she thought I couldn’t hear her but I did. It could get a little annoying to be disturbed if I were in a middle of a story I were writing. Just because I do my own, doesn’t mean I become hard of hearing.

It’s so much easier to know what you can’t do. You try to be positive but the negative thoughts come creeping in anyway. I could give a long list about things I can’t do the top of my head. You just have to find something positive out of the negative and you’ll be out of the water. And when you do, you should not be afraid to toot your own horn because you deserve it.

 

What’s my name again?

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When I was younger I didn’t like my name ‘Mia’ (pronounced, Mee-ah) I don’t know why. It’s short and easy to spell. It’s not many who are named that. It can be short of something else like ‘Maria’ but as a birth name it wasn’t that common. At least when I was born.

Apparently it means ‘mine’ and it’s origins is Italian. And no I’m not named after anyone. It was just a name my mother came up with. I would have been ‘Lotta’ or ‘Charlotta’ but she thought I would get teased or something like that. If I changed my name it would be disrespectful to my parents. I’m grateful for my name. I couldn’t have chosen a better name myself.

In Finnish it’s spelled ‘Miia’ so when I say my name to stranger who write it down, I tell them it’s with one ‘i’ only. I can’t stand people writing my first name wrong. I really don’t like people calling themself ‘Mia’ if that’s not really their birth name. It’s alright if they use as their nickname but as long as they don’t pretend that’s their real name. People who are christen to ‘Mia’ are proud of their name. At least I am and I don’t take the nickname lightly. I won’t punch them in the face though if they do have it as a nickname. It’s different if it’s an artist name or a work name. That’s another story.

The name have been used in TV shows (Frasier) and movie characters. Celebrities have named their kids by that name. Like actress Kate Winslet’s first daughter and Australian tennis player Lleyton Hewitt daughter. So there’s a lot of reasons to be proud of my name. Thank you mother.