Eeeek. Where did last week go? But more importantly: I GOT THE JOB!! A walk-into-a-cool-office, sit-at-a-desk-with-super-creative-people, have-a-salary-kind-of job!
I'm going to be writing, editing, suggesting and developing ideas for
Elizabeth Street, a stylish website for mothers. There's so many things I love about the site--the clean design, their fabulous
interviews, and
collaborations. I can't wait to share my ideas with the editors. I've been jotting them down in a notebook all week. I start Tuesday!
Remember when I wrote a
Wanted Ad last year?
Elizabeth Street is exactly the kind of company that I wanted to contact me. It took a year of growing my blog,
becoming an intern,
getting published a few times, and having
a friend mention me in
her interview (where the editors of Elizabeth Street discovered me) until I finally got the job I was hoping for all along. I couldn't be happier with the direction my career is headed.
All the work I did to get here is totally worth it.
I'm glad I pushed myself to write even when I felt like I had nothing to say. It gave me confidence. Now I know I can contribute to a company and create stories on days when I don't think I have it in me. Well, except for last week . . .
The last few days have been a whirlwind of getting everything in my life under control. My closets, my meal planning, my babysitters, my last naps ha. I have one last day off with my kids on Monday, and then I'm off to work--five days a week!
I can't wait. I am soooo ready.
I'll tell you how my first days go as a working mother. Finally, a working mother! I love the sound of that.
PS Jordan Ferney took the above picture of me when I was in Paris a few years ago. One night she asked me what I wanted to be. I told her I really wanted to be a writer. Her response was something like, "You want to be a writer? Great! Call yourself a writer when people ask you what you do. Put it as your occupation on Facebook. There. Now you're a writer." She's the best at going after what she wants without making excuses. I love that about her. She's right--calling myself a writer actually turned me into a writer. This theory doesn't exactly fly for someone who wants to be a brain surgeon, but it works for most other things. What do you want to be? A runner? An artist? A baker? Consider yourself one and watch what happens!