Fast forward to this week. I arrived in New York at the end of last month and have been searching the Internet desperately for the answer to my prayers - the beloved job. I wrote heartfelt cover letters, critiqued my resume to death, and crossed fingers and toes under the covers at night. I had spent the fall giving myself mini pep talks. "You are intelligent. You are worthy. I believe in you. Good come to those who deserve it." And then...nothing. After spending 12 hours feeling depressed, so confused and lacking self confidence, I woke up with a new outlook. I was applying to every job that fit in my qualifications box. If it asked for a "self starter with strong work ethic and the ability to multi task, preferably a public relations or communications major" I was all over it. What I wasn't all over was the reality on hand. Was I really prepared to take a job, just because I matched the description and qualifications? I realized that as much as I wanted a steady salary, the freedom to stand on my own two feet, and the opportunity to put these 18 years of schooling to the test, I wasn't ready to commit. Best part? I don't need to.
I start a temporary job tomorrow that will pay me in experience, networking, and of course, cold hard cash. After that, I'll be on to conquer another area of interest, an internship or another short term job. I have found fellowship and training programs in fields that I am passionate about, subjects that I yearn to learn more from. I'm excited to take life one step at a time and see where it takes me. Ironically enough, the L.A. friend called me tonight to tell me that she just got a full time job. And I couldn't be happier for both of us. How's that for a reverse mirror?