Can you believe it? 2011 is already gone, a year that blasted by with a fury and speed I wasn’t expecting. January 1, 2012 actually marked the first birthday of AmyNievera.com, a birthday I intend on happening for many years to come. When I started this blog/site, I just wanted some place to blog about whatever the hell I wanted. I was doing that on Pintucked but it always bugged me; what does food have to do with fashion? After all, models don’t eat.
Last year, I had a list of goals I tracked the progress of on this blog. I gave up half way through the year because I’d accomplished the one goal I really wanted to do: go back to school. I know having a Bachelor’s degree isn’t the end all and be all, and plenty of people succeed without higher degrees, but I grew really tired of seeing job opportunities end with “Bachelors required” and having the door slam in my face. Not to mention, in 2010, I was passed up for a promotion simply because I didn’t have a degree. Forget the fact that I was a good employee and proven I could handle responsibilities. No degree —> continue being an office monkey.
Other goals I had included losing weight (bleh); blog at least once a week, with the end goal of daily posts (fail); and build an emergency fund (success!).
But there was one goal I never wrote about because I didn’t want to reveal my cards. (I take it back. I had two goals I really wanted to do.) Secret Goal of 2011? Get the fuck out of insurance. Did I still enjoy insurance? Eh. A large part of it was management and company culture. The insurance industry is as fuddy duddy as it’s reputed and my manager… well… Let’s just say she’s the main reason I lost what passion I had for insurance. I also pinpointed exactly what industry I wanted to spend my life in: Internet/tech startups. What I did for these startups didn’t necessarily matter. Look, I’m intelligent and I’m smart and I’m a hard worker, which actually isn’t that common of a combination, and it means I can do almost anything I put my mind to.
In the second half of the year, I accomplished my secret goal. Score.Â And that’s all I’ll say about it now, because my position isn’t permanent (yet) and I’m probably jinxing it right now. (I’m crossing my fingers and toes.)
All in all? 2011 was a pretty crazy year with lots of changes and building my self-identity. Plans for 2012 are formulating as I write but I already know one goal: work my ass off. One day, I’ll be who I want to be.
How was your 2011?
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