On always looking forward.

ojqdi5dSince starting my new life, I’m still occasionally struck with a moment of sheer panic—I haven’t applied to any jobs lately! As soon as it hits me, I roll my eyes and go about my day, but a week or even just a couple days later, it’ll hit me again. My brain has been so conditioned into looking for the “the next big thing” that it feels weird—wrong, even—to not be constantly scouring job sites for potential positions.

I updated my resumé last week to make it current: Added in The HSUS, took out a role I’d only had for a short time, condensed some things (more on resumés later), got it all nice and sitting pretty on one page, and then realized—I had nowhere to send it. Of course, you can find it on my website, but no one’s going to see that baby for at least a few years.

Breaking habits is hard to do. When your life is consumed by job-hunting, even when you’re employed, even when you’re employed and doing what you love, it’s difficult to quench that thirst for finding that perfect something, something located where you’ve always wanted to work, or frankly, just something that would pay better.

I won’t be the one to tell you to stop that search—ever. If you’re unhappy, and I mean genuinely, feel-it-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach, not-sure-you’ll-ever-feel-better unhappy (more on that later too), fight like hell. Reach for the goddamn stars and never give up. Easier said than done, of course, but you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if you don’t at least try to climb out of that hole.

No, I’m here to tell you what you should do when you finally reach a point where you can stop searching. You can let yourself feel happy, relieved even. And the catharsis that comes when you embrace that moment is pure bliss. Continue reading “On always looking forward.”

On breaking out of your comfort zone.

I guess you could say I was sort of a shy kid. I had fun with my friends, but I suffered from some pretty intense self-consciousness when there was potential to embarrass myself in front of strangers, cute boys, or the “cool” kids. (Gym class, naturally, was a living nightmare.)

Today’s sometimes crippling insecurities are masked by a self-deprecating sense of humor and years of experience teaching me that more often than not, I am indeed going to embarrass myself so I should just learn to laugh about it. I wouldn’t call myself a klutz; it’s more that I just walk around with my over-caffeinated editor’s brain never quite turned off. Being so detail-oriented leads to more than a few *oops* moments—I’m so focused on the pretty leaves that I don’t realize I’m about to walk into a tree. Continue reading “On breaking out of your comfort zone.”

On introductions.

Let’s go back in time a bit, shall we?

I was born December 17, 1987, in Freehold, New Jersey … just kidding. Not that far back. No, I want to rewind just two months.

13557903_10100607022898548_1853962814130956190_nTwo months ago, in late June, I was spending my days lying on an idyllic beach in Aruba with my family. I woke up, had my coffee, wandered down to the sand with a good book, and wiled away the hours doing absolutely nothing. I’d been waiting for this respite from the daily bullshit for a long time—things at work were becoming increasingly unpleasant and I’d been waiting and hoping (barely breathing, to be honest) to receive news regarding a big-time job interview. So this break beneath the palm trees should’ve been everything I needed and more.

Instead, I found myself unable to ignore a nearly insurmountable level of stress and I say that as someone who happens to handle stress very well. (When we flew home, I discovered that I’d inadvertently lost 8 lbs. on that island—some of which was probably from sweating so much, but still.)

13510876_1226719430681033_8972632654416934192_nI’d found out I was about to get fired. And I still hadn’t heard anything back from the job interview. It felt like my life was falling apart and there was nothing I could do but watch. I decided to make a ballsy decision to try to get the cards to fall in my favor. Clearly it worked or I wouldn’t be writing this now. (Stay tuned for a future post about how to turn a potential termination into a swift resignation!)

Skip ahead one month to late July. One month ago today, to be exact, when I was introduced to my next chapter, having slapped the book shut on the last one (and set said book on fire).

Six years (six!) post-grad and finally living in my own apartment. I didn’t just move out, I moved out of the damn state. Close enough for visits, but juuust far enough to prevent surprise visits. 😉 I landed in a massive nonprofit. A national magazine? No, but a national organization with global reach—and they do have magazines. In fact, I’ve already written for one of them. Writing about entertainment? Nope, animal welfare. Living in New York? Living outside of D.C. Life’s funny. You don’t always get what you want, but sometimes what you want isn’t what you need. Continue reading “On introductions.”