August 22, 2023

Everything Happens for a Reason…Right?

 

When I’m upset, it always helps me feel better to be tad bit dramatic:

 

When I close my eyes, I see the office of a busy, fast-paced fashion magazine, settled there after years of travelling the world on their behalf- telling stories to the world. Vogue’s pedestal chipped today when I found my rejection for the Assistant to the Editor in Chief- American Vogue and Global Chief Content Officer position this morning.

 

“It’s alright,” I wrote Brooke (my pen pal), “the piano tempo in my head is softer now. I am not writing with malice or anger in my hands but with a drive to be better. To be good enough. Everything happens for a reason…right?”

 

In yet another beautifully handwritten letter, Brooke asked me if my heart was full. The question crept into my dreams and made them a nightmare. City lights cast a backwards haze onto the East River. Dearest Brooke, what constitutes a heart full? Is Taylor Swift right in saying we’re just living for the hope of it all? My broken heart learned to redirect its appetite from craving some ridiculous love and happiness obsession to putting every percentage of passion towards my career.

 

My heart paces like I have a crush when I picture my dreams coming true, and it therefore cracks like the Liberty Bell, when the online portal between us kicks me down.

 

I sent my resumé and cover letter in a hand-crafted, wax-sealed letter; solidified with a forever heart stamp so Anna Wintour knows who she’s working with.

 

Clearly, I must upgrade my experience and get any job in the Condé Nast office to eventually climb up to where I want to be. I will not give up.

 

This might not be the office-space I try to woo over by roller skating through the front door with a plate of home baked cookies, but it is the job I will do everything I can to be a strong candidate in the ultimate publication field…like starting this blog.