Mentorship: Find one or stumble upon one – either way it’s wonderful!

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All around the web and in real life, you will find people saying that in order to be successful you need a mentor. Someone to guide you and give advice. Which in theory is something everyone goes, “YEAH! I can totally do that!” In actuality, it can sometimes be way harder than that. I was always of the thinking, “Do you just pick them up off the street? Or maybe I should just twitter stalk people into being my friend? Or I could just add them on LinkedIn and go from there…” As you can see I have a great grip on reality when it comes to this! You’re probably thinking, “Liz needs direction. A mentor would work great for her!” Well, guess what? I do have a mentor and she did fall into my life in the most wonderful of ways!

I don’t know if she meant to be or if she just found herself with me looking to her for advice but here we are. I don’t think I would ever call her mentor in person because she’s a dear friend, but I’m going to take this opportunity to brag on her for the world to see.

My mentor’s name is Megan Miller. She’s amazing! She is passionate about small businesses and turning them around or helping them go to the next level. Her consulting services are top notch! She has a doctorate in business and I know she’s going to change the world. When she reads this, she will be checking my grammar. (Sorry Megan!) She encourages me in all aspects of life! She is usually my first phone call/text/email when making decisions or just when something happens. She is my sounding board and constant encouragement. She politely tells me when I’m wrong or when I just need perspective on things.

I could write a book about her but I wanted to share the story of how we met. I think it’s important for a couple reasons. The first, being that I always want to remember. The second, is I think some people have mentors in their life and don’t realize that that is what they have. So here it is.

In the fall semester of my senior year of college, I became attached to a project that would require some travel with my friend Kelly. We were dreamers, who wanted to change the world. In the spring semester, we were asked to take a class to prepare for the traveling aspect of everything. Instead of taking the class every week with our professor, we would take the class most of the time with Megan. On one of the very first interactions Kelly and I had with Megan, she forced Kelly and myself to understand each other deeply! We took the Myer’s Brigg tests, we analyzed ourselves using that methodology, and we worked to learn the non-analytical stuff too. Kelly and I became even better friends and we LOVED Megan for everything she did for us! She would challenge our viewpoints and encourage us when we became defeated. Megan, a TA at the time, had to have had better things to do than being as generous as she was with us. She gave us the time and attention we needed, as well as, the constant nudge to be better than we were. The day Megan broke the news that our project had fallen through, Kelly and I walked up to her with reports and openly admitted that they were the worst things we had ever written. Megan with knowing eyes and shaking head let us off the hook and still read the worst thing I turned in during my college career! Bless her!

The game changer for my relationship with Megan was actually what happened after the project was canceled. She could have easily looked at Kelly and I and said, “Well, I have a thesis to write for a doctorate! Have a nice life.” BUT SHE DIDN’T! She helped Kelly travel and still change the world. Megan and I would begin to meet for coffee. We didn’t have a running coffee date, but every month or so, I would message her from work or get an email titled “COFFFEEEE?????” Those emails gave me life! They would put a spring in my step and I would get excited! Sometimes I had something to discuss (read vent and/or ramble about random dreams) or sometimes Megan would drop a bomb like she all of the sudden was going to Rome! Over walks to the place of coffee, she helped shape me and in turn gave me the most wonderful gift of friendship and mentorship.

Many people in my life don’t actually know Megan. Partly, because as Megan tells me I know a lot of people and partly because she’s a very secluded part of my life. One that I keep to myself and treasure because I value it. They may have heard of her at some point or know an inkling of who she is, but I should tell the world about her because she earns it! When I stepped away from a job, I had two months of nothing but rejected resumes. On my darkest days, I would find myself giving up on myself. I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, but what I could see was an encouraging word from Megan. I would find either a funny meme, or a Bible verse, or even a job she thought would be a good fit for me! When I created this website I sent two emails at 4 am, one to my sister and one to Megan. By the time I woke up for work at 7am I had an email. She had filled out the contact information with a note of encouragement! Why? Because she’s better than I deserve and fantastic. 

If you’ve seen me make a big decision in the last 2-3 years, you’ve probably seen some aspect of Megan’s perspective in my life decisions. (She gives solid advice!)

Like I mentioned above, she was required to be apart of my life but I’m so glad she stuck around! One day, I hope I can help get someone through something and mentor them in some way. As far as getting there she would probably say, “Look at where you are and where you want to be. Then figure out a plan to get you from point a to point B.” Like I said before she gives solid advice.

Why I didn’t want to apply to my sister’s company

Note: I wrote this blog post just after I sent in an application to my sister’s company. As it turns out they have rules against hiring siblings. While that sucks because they’re awesome, I learned so much about myself I’m glad I did it.
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I’m big on pushing myself. I never want to have regrets or be the person who settles.

Wouldn’t that be a horrible thing to have people stare at you with pity and say, “Awe she could’ve been so much more. Bless her heart!” (side note – “bless her heart” is a southern insult)

Because of this, I try to pursue every opportunity that comes my way.

When my sister awkwardly proposed the option of me applying to work at the same company as her, I immediately assumed there’s no way she’s serious. She must be joking. Every single thing about myself that eats me up on the inside immediately came to the forefront of my mind. You didn’t do well enough in college, you’re dyslexic, they’ll have such high expectations that you could never meet them, etc. Then the second wave ran through my head beginning with, you’re really going to follow her somewhere else and ending with, aren’t you ever going to be able to do something without her assistance, will you ever be more than just Rebekah’s sister?

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Rebekah and I on a trip to Hershey Park to see the Christmas lights.

Some of these thoughts are valid concerns, some are damaging thoughts that haunt me, and some are a bit more complex. I decided to dive into why I felt all of these things.

Here’s my analysis of my thoughts:

“You didn’t do well enough in college”

Ok, my grades weren’t fantastic but they weren’t horrid. I goofed off my freshman year, but once I buckled down, I flourished in college. I was involved in a lot, while I was in college, and I tried to be the best across the board. I think my grades, especially within my specializations, reflect a person who worked hard and did her best. I also learned so much about life and made my long lasting friendships because of my extracurricular activities.

“You’re dyslexic”

After being diagnosed with dyslexia for almost 20 years, I really need to get new material to beat myself up with. Sure, it’s an endless struggle but I’ve learned how to learn and how to deal with it. I have my battles and sometimes I fail, but most of the time no one ever knows! It’s nothing to be ashamed of and certainly something I don’t hide. I have a hurdle that follows me around like a tiger waiting to attack but everybody has something that plagues them. Right??

“They’ll have such high expectations and you could never meet them”

My sister is amazing. I don’t tell her that often because it would immediately go to her head, but she freaking is! She is a learning machine! She puts in the work and her work reflects excellence. It’s something to aspire to.

The discouraging thing is trying to live up to what she does. Comparing myself to her started as a child and is something that I still struggle with. Some of her greatest strengths are my greatest weaknesses and I use that against myself. What I often forget is that she believes in me. She has seen me reach my goals by doing it my way. She understands better than anyone that I have to take my own way to learn things. When I apply myself and use some creativity in order to figure things out, I can create something to be proud of. Who knew that I could be great too? She knew. She’s always known.*

“You’re really going to follow her somewhere else?”

This has a bit to do with the nature of being a younger sibling, but for us, it has been a common occurrence. There are countless examples from growing up and going to college.** Yet in my job history, there are not many positions that she hasn’t been involved in. All of these experiences have turned out wonderfully. So, for me to use it as an excuse not to apply for a job is ridiculous.

“Aren’t you ever going to be able to do something without her assistance”

I call Rebekah when I can’t find something in the supermarket. We usually talk to each other throughout the day. She’s the stability that my dreams need. Someone like me needs someone like her in their life. This is silly. I need her and that is not a bad thing.

“Will you ever be more than just Rebekah’s sister?”

I don’t know how she feels about being my sister, but I kind of feel like I hit the jackpot. She’s done a lot of cool things and I’ve gotten the chance to witness it.

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We were at an Old Dominion concert.

Until we are both dead, I am going to be introduced as, “Rebekah’s sister Liz”.  It will make my future me’s life a lot easier if I get over being “just Rebekah’s sister”. So, to future me, “You’re welcome. I’m giving this up today to make your life easier.” As Rebekah continues to accomplish great things, I’m going to be happy for her, encourage her as she needs it, and enjoy the ride.

*I did not consult her but this is what I think she thinks from what she has told me/encourage me with.
**Just for the record I chose Liberty as the place I would go to college before she did. She was a late decision and my plans were already in action.

What hockey taught me about endurance and persistence

For those of you who don’t know me, I played hockey as a kid and all throughout college. Recently I was speaking with a friend about my experiences coaching kid’s hockey. I mentioned how it gives a kid some grit. There’s no other activity that I can think of where it knocks you on your butt time and time again.

When learning to skate, you can’t help but fall. Falling down while playing isn’t something that ends either. When you get more advanced in your playing, someone is going to check you. Eventually, you will end up in a fight. No matter how good you are, there will always be someone bigger and better than you waiting to send you flying into the boards. Let’s not ever forget the moments where you take a wrong step, find the chip in the ice, or are just standing there and you end up on your butt.

What does this have to do with job searching?

Everything!!

I’ve been searching for a job for the better part of the last year and a half. When I started I was just wanting to switch jobs, so I switched jobs. Then I quit that job and now, I have a job that will just help me pay my bills. Here we are a year and a half later and I’m unsatisfied with what I’m doing. Job searching has punched me in the stomach, pushed me down, and there have been instances where I would have preferred a physical altercation instead of what happened.

Job searching has punched me in the stomach, pushed me down, and there have been instances where I would have preferred a physical altercation instead of what happened.
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My last home game of my senior year.

Just like in hockey quitting isn’t an option.

I have no other option but to get up and go after what I want. I still have goals. I can see them in my dreams and I’m not giving up on them. Just like in hockey, I’m going to use the moments of defeat and turn them into lessons. I’m going to take the things I’m not good at and I’m going to practice them. Early mornings and late nights are going to be when I thrive. No excuses are going to be made about sore muscles or tired eyes because when it’s game time nobody cares!

My interviewers aren’t going to care what it took to get in front of them. They want to know that I am capable and that I have that I have the potential to improve. I’m going to show that to them.

Today, I don’t feel like working on my Google Analytics Certification and I’m tired of searching for new jobs, but I’m going to do it anyway. I’m going to accept encouragement from those close to me. I’m going to sit here and force myself to learn because I have to believe that if I put in the work it’s going to pay off. I’m going to believe in my future. I’m going to believe that I will get to spend more than nine months in any given city. One day, I will get to lay down roots because I’m going to have an incredible job that allows me to do so.

Why I made LizLeach.com a reality

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I’m writing this article with the assumption that people are going to wonder why I created my own website with a blog. With that in mind here are my responses.

Random Responses:

  • Branding is all the rage.
  • Schmidt from New Girl has a brand so should I.
  • It was 2AM and seemed like a really great idea at the time.

Actual Responses:

Control of what people see when they search Liz Leach on the internet.
I’ve been applying for jobs for months and I’m not seeing the results that I want. Instead of just waiting around for someone to give me an opportunity, I have decided to create the opportunity for myself. I am not one to complain about something and not make a change so this is me making a change.
My goal is to break into the marketing industry. I would love to work for a company as a campaign analyst, SEO specialist, social media manager, or an account manager. That being the case I need to make sure my HTML, CSS, and content writing are all up to snuff. While my website/blog is not a place of complete perfection, it is an opportunity to exercise all of those skills.
When I get into the right job they are going to be blown away by my work ethic and passion for what I do. Until then I will work to perfect my skills so that I am prepared to seize the opportunity when it comes my way.