The truth is, I don’t just want a job. I want work that makes me feel alive.
I want to wake up and know that the hours I pour into something matter. That I’m not just keeping the gas tank full but helping build something I can believe in. Something that makes me proud to say, “This is what I do.”
I’ve spent years learning how to lead, how to listen, how to build trust and guide people through challenges. I know how to turn conflict into collaboration, how to be the calm when things feel chaotic, and how to help people grow. That’s my gift. But finding the right place to put that gift to use? That’s been the hard part.
Job searching feels endless sometimes. Like shouting into the void. I send out applications and hope one lands somewhere human, somewhere real. What I want is work that aligns with who I am, not just what’s on my résumé.
If I could live off writing, creating, and building my own projects, I would. And maybe one day I will. But I can’t shake the feeling there’s still something more out there for me. A role, a team, a mission that needs exactly what I have to give.
Living in my van has taught me freedom. It’s made remote work not just a dream, but almost a necessity. And yet, what matters most to me isn’t where I work from, it’s what I’m working toward.
Sometimes I feel like I’m running out of time. But maybe that urgency is just the reminder I need, that life is short, and the right work is worth fighting for.
If you know of opportunities where people, purpose, and creativity meet. I’d love to hear from you. Because I’m ready. More ready than ever.