SECRETS OF THE FASCINATING FIRST CLASS.

I was thrilled as I logged into my account for the first class. It was not just about content writing, marketing, and planning. It was about learning and unlearning chapters that I had overlooked.

I was with a bunch of youngsters old enough to be my children. Even the trainer was years younger than me. Putting all those thoughts aside, I began to pick the threads.

The introductory class began. My thoughts wandered about how quickly I could type my responses. Soon, I realized that my adeptness did not matter and each of us could work at their own pace. My primitive knowledge of Word software until now had kept me afloat in the technology boat. Here, there was so much to learn.

The educational odyssey commenced, leaving me intrigued with curating a LinkedIn profile. Years ago, my response would have been, ‘Who cares?’ but now I understand it holds the key to unlock hidden potentials in the digital realm.

Reading between the lines, I understood I had to paint a “Monalisa’ or be a modern Da Vinci or Picasso to curate my profile. I raised my eyes to find ‘you are under surveillance’ algorithms are watching you. No matter how it seemed, I blended the essential ingredients and attempted to churn out the futuristic knight, slaying monsters, only to be in shining armor.

From the humble beginnings that day in class as I walked along the ever-evolving landscape. I carry the lessons learned, the importance of opportunities, making connections, and accepting challenges. My LinkedIn profile stands as a testament to my journey. And the limitless potential that lies ahead.

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