It's just me. Rambling

Part of the truth

Sorry that my blogging habits have gone down tremendously. I guess I used to have all of the time in the world to write about what I wanted to be writing one day, where I wanted to be traveling, and what I wanted to be doing once I became an “adult,” or whatever that means. I don’t feel like an adult, so does that still make me a kid? I feel that there is so much I want to say but shouldn’t say that I end up saying nothing at all. I don’t how to filter the truth and still have a truthful blog. If you hide something, doesn’t that make the entire story a lie?

I had an amazing job this summer. Absolutely amazing. The kind of amazing you have to slap your face and realize you’re not dreaming. The kind you would wake up at 7 am for and go to bed at midnight for because nothing feels better than kicking butt and checking things off your long to-do list. I quit right after the company launched. Right after I saw the hard work pay off and I got to wear red lipstick and toast with people over a glass of tequila that easily touched my lips and smoothly went down my dry throat. It was at a rooftop party, the kind of party that makes you feel cool and special even though there is another rooftop party going on on that rooftop across from you and all of the other high-rises in this crazy city. The kind of party where you must be VIP to get in, and you’re even more VIP if you can walk in without the bouncer stopping you because he even knows your name and he’s from Jersey.

I’m a sucker for being cliche, and in that moment as I stared out onto this endless skyline that keeps on getting taller and more chaotic, I thought about all of the people in the city I have yet to meet, and how many stories I have yet to hear and yet to write. I missed writing more than anything. I missed pitching ideas and not hearing back from editors and then bothering them and then surprisingly getting the assignment. 

A lot of people told me I would be crazy to quit this great job but I’ve never been scared of the thought of inconstancy and failure. I told himself I could be that freelance writer who actually writes and one day will have to turn down an assignment. I have a long road to go but since my The New York Times article came out and since I told the amazing staff at the company I worked for I had to pursue my passion for writing, I have been writing A TON. I can’t quite say who I’m writing for yet, (another reason why I have basically stopped blogging.. brings me back from not being able to divulge everything I want to say,) but let’s just say it’s amazing and you probably get the magazine/newspaper in your mailbox. 

I sit at my computer and read local news stories across the country, because normally it’s the ordinary middle American who has the best story to tell. I wander the city during the day, put on my heels at night and explore. I get inspired, notice new trends, people, and pitch ideas to the most appropriate publication for the story. I then get to go back and explore the topic at a greater length, listen to people talk, observe their world they’re kindly letting me into it.. and finally write. 

It really is the best thing in the world to do what you love and not give a damn at who thinks your crazy for doing it. Those are the people who make me even more motivated to succeed, because for me, failure has never and will never be an option.