By far, the most daunting container in my life right now is my resumé. It’s a two page representation of my hireability, tightly parsed into skills and successes that demonstrate my fitness for employment. The craft of those two pages will determine if I earn the opportunity to represent myself in an interview or if I’m filed away into the ether for ‘future consideration.’
I envision my resumé as a container because of the cultural and psychological weight it bears for me, and because my resumé is truly the first space in which the reader and I will meet. My resumé needs to represent my essence and intent in a way that invites readers in for a closer look; it needs to hold that space in a way that allows the reader to become comfortable and see my fit, know my value and feel my potential.
The thing about any sacred container is you can’t fake it. Container integrity is dependent on presence and transparency while resumés tend to occupy the world of spin, based on a truth that is liberally reframed. It’s this tension that derails me: encapsulating my truth in a way that is relevant to the reader AND holds true to my highest values of presence and transparency. I want my container to be built on trust and hold our mutual intention. I want my resumé to be a love letter that woos the reader into my orbit and opens the door to a new journey through their world.