The CV Shuffle

The text 'Day 16' in big bold letters in front of a rectangular blackish shape, whose angles and ornamental protrusions make me think of a chest, podium or altar. Running through the letters are vertical stripes in a pinkish red, violet purple and canary yellow. Below, in thin letters of a standard reading size, the text '100 Days of Design', as if part of the dark shape.

Read about type (as in typeface): learned about how to choose the right type for the occasion, the OpenFont standard, types of numerals, and some basic vocabulary like cap height and tracking
Worked hard on my CV design: continued with the simplified grayscale version, tried out some different ways to group information, and added content to the Values-section. Made some screenshots of interesting CVs for inspiration

I emphasize that I worked hard, because it felt like that: spending lot of energy to little effect, fiddling with details without being clear about the message that I want to convey. This was hard work, not smart work.

Working on a CV tends to bring out some deep-seated conflicts within me. This happens almost every time I do a redesign. I come back to some fundamental questions:

Do I focus on getting a job ASAP or getting better at designing? - Should I go with a template or invest some time in learning how to do a layout?
Should I follow “established conventions” or do things my way - like maybe be radically honest from the get-go?

And the kicker:

Should I even be investing all this effort into achieving a goal which I’m not even that excited about (working at some company, possibly full-time)

The answer is probably no. But something in me is stuck and doesn’t see an alternative. Hm hm hm.

Redesigning My CV

Hyper-insecurity. A vibe of “my whole life has been a failure and I am nothing.” Skipping the ’Work Experience-section, because (feeling like) there’s no work experience worth talking about. Trying to fill in the resulting white space with something. Looking at the whole and only seeing a mess. Deciding to embrace the mess and be honest: mention depression in a section called My Story! Coming back the next day and feeling like that’s the most ridiculous and unnecessarily exhibitionistic thing in the world. Doubting the whole be-radically-honest-plan. Maybe I should rewrite everything? Maybe I should put depression in like the footer of the cover letter?

Feel ooof.