I recently learned while watching Paul McCartney on James Corden’s “Carpool Karaoke” that the former Beatle wrote the 1970 song “Let It Be” about his mom (“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me; Speaking words of wisdom, let it be”). I have been replaying the song (“Alexa, play ‘Let It Be’”) and finding comfort in the words when I cannot control what life hands me.
I cannot control what happened today. But I can write (overshare) about it.
Today, I learned that I did not get a job for which I applied because I overshared in one of my two interviews. I probably overshared in both interviews, really, but only one person dinged me for it. The interview was more like a counseling session than an interview, according to the one person. I am not sure if I was the counselor or the patient, but I have previously been both, so I am comfortable in each role. Interestingly, I have a master’s degree in counselor education, and the job I wanted required counseling-related skills, so I am not offended by how the interviewer described the hour-long session we shared. The interviewer told me at the end of our time together that she genuinely enjoyed talking with me. Likewise. We spoke with ease; connected over commonalities (I am a list maker, and so is she); and learned from each other. I borrowed from her wisdom, and she complimented me on how I have revamped my professional email communication to solicit reader action. “I am going to use that,” she said after I explained writing action-oriented subject lines.” She also said that I shared a great example of how I navigated a workplace decision that was hindered by policy.
I was surprised to hear today that I did not get the job, and at first, I had trouble processing the scenario. I took the news personally because I was accused of being too personal. Apparently, I should have been less honest even though honesty is what tells my story. I honestly shared why I have worked at home for 17 years (to be home with my kids, challenge myself professionally, help provide for my family, and role model a strong work ethic for two growing boys). I honestly shared why I am seeking a new job (because my boys are teenagers, one dangerously close to leaving the nest, and my goal since having babies has been to re-enter the outside workforce when they grow up and away from me). I honestly shared that one of my strengths is adapting to change — professional changes such as leaving one field and entering another and personal changes such as parenting and cancering. I gave examples of meeting the morphing needs of my children because my gosh, is mothering not the perfect high-stress training ground for almost every job ever? (Well, maybe not every job, but for this job, I am certain that some of the skills are transferable.)
What I did not reveal in my interview is that I have been oversharing for 14 years; I started on this path when I began authoring my breast cancer blog in 2004, and I have continued my open-book approach on social media and in personal exchanges. The practice has served me — and others — well. During the peak of my blogging, I received 200 unique visitors per day from countries all over the world. I sent my wig to several women I met via my blog to borrow and send back so that I could send it off again. A friend receiving treatment for breast cancer told me last week that my story has helped guide her. Another friend told me that one of my mammogram Facebook posts inspired her to schedule her appointment, and another informed me that I bring light and happiness to other’s lives. I suppose a long-term oversharing habit is hard to break, and after spending a few hours today in emotional turmoil over losing a part-time job opportunity, I found clarity and realized that I do not want to halt the habit. I am not revealing top-secret information. I am not betraying anyone’s confidence. I am simply being me. According to Jen Doll in her article “In Defense of Oversharing a Little Too Much Information” in The Atlantic, “no one gets criticized specifically for undersharing. No one says that word. People just say ‘boring.’ And it does seem that women in particular (and women who write especially) are unduly criticized — not for being dull, but for the sin of oversharing.”
I do not argue that sharing personal information in a professional job interview can be dangerous; something I said, or several somethings that I said, did, in fact, disqualify me. And maybe I will temper my overshare in future interviews; maybe I will not. I do not apologize for feeling deeply or sharing freely. Author, activist, philanthropist, and online oversharer Glennon Doyle posted on Facebook recently that “feeling deeply and expressing those feelings honestly IS brave. Letting your heart be seen IS brave.” She wrote that sensitivity is a superpower and that we must make sure our children know this — especially our boys because the world is teaching them something different.
“Oversharing is widely deplored and highly criticized, and those who commit the crime are often themselves considered affronts to good taste,” Doll wrote. “Maybe they can’t help it. And also, couldn’t it be worse?” Yes. I could have undershared and not fully revealed who I am and what I can do, which could have also ruled me out for the job. In a match between over and under, I choose over.
I cannot control what happened today. So I will continue to march on as I have been, and when someone finds my honestly and personal story to be worthy, that person will hire me. Until that time, I will let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be