I just quit my first post-college job. You know, the kind with 401K, stock options, health/dental/vision/life insurance, paid time off, holidays, and the whole shebang. A fellow beauty blogger said it best on Facebook:
It’s kind of crazy – everything is tipsy turvy. I’m pretty crazy and shit but I’ve never been this bold, this brave, and this unpredictable. Well, I’m still predictable if you know me, but I’ve never let my life be this unpredictable.
Sniffles contemplating the future for both of us.
I always knew where I was going, what I was going to do, or at the very least have a big picture.
Right now I only have a frame. Yes, I’m moving to New York for beauty. Beauty journalism/communication for the lack of a better description. Yes, I will always blog, but blogging to make ends meet is financially unpredictable. I like my 401K, my stock options, and my paid time off. It’s reassuring. But will I find a real job as any sort of beauty editor or reporter, ever? I mean yes, I know my personality certainly fits the bill, my passion is my main driving force, and I have the potential to be one, but do I truly have the writing chops and ability to be a full time writer?
I want it more than anything. I happily let go of my marriage so I can selfishly move across the country. I’m leaving my dog, the love and light of my life, here in LA so I can immerse myself fully in a super cutthroat competitive industry. But I’d be stupid not to worry, not to worry, and not to stress.
On the flip side I am finally chasing my dream. I just know I can become who I’m destined to be in New York. There’s something magical about the city. Perhaps I’ll find more than myself and a kick ass career – maybe I’ll find love again.
So what’s next for me? I have high hopes and big dreams of what’s to come. In reality though, who knows?
