Writing a resume has been one of the most difficult tasks for me of late. Singing my own praises (tooting my own horn, as Granny would say) feels smarmy and reminds me of why I hate it when other people do it.
But I have realized that, without putting myself out there, no one will respond. The universe answers those who make the call.
To me, self-promotion feels icky when you are bragging like a douchebag trying to pick up chicks at the bar.
It felt more natural when, instead, I approached it as a process of itemizing a list of things I had learned over the course of my working life. Seeing it in this light, I was able to list my accomplishments with pride and silence the harsh voice of my inner critic.
Writing my resume enabled me to evaluate what I have done over the last 25 years of my life. I am not bashful in saying that, while I may not be perfect, I am someone worth promoting.