GOTTA FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS AND YOUR HEART

As I sat in my car in downtown Dallas preparing for my upcoming interview I received an email from my dream company in San Fran. I had applied for this prestigious internship program over the summer and they had just emailed me back saying they had an opening and that they would love to interview me… all I had to do was complete a video challenge and design a chip bag to be considered. I couldn’t believe it! I was about to go interview for a job that I really didn’t want in a city I didn’t want to be in and my dream company emails me! OMG! As I interviewed for the job in Dallas all I could think about was moving back to San Fran and working at this company. That night I worked on the chip bag design and came up with my video idea. The following day I had an interview lined up with the company in SF and a job offer from the Dallas agency. I had to decide if I was going to take a leap of faith and go after my dream job with the possibility of not getting it or accept an offer I wasn’t thrilled about. I believe the universe sends you signs and this was one that just happened to pop up at the ideal moment that was screaming at me in bright red neon saying “YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE RISKY PATH IN LIFE TO GET TO WHERE YOU WANT TO BE! YOU HAVE WORKED YOUR ASS OFF FOR THIS… THIS IS IT!  JUMP OFF THE CLIFF.”  So I turned down the job in Dallas. My mother and the rest of my family think I am insane but I feel like I have to follow my heart. Even if SF doesn’t workout I know something eventually will. The universe has a path for me so I have to just have faith that it will all workout. BTW... if I did happen to get this job, I would NOT, by any means, get back together with the Colombian copywriter. That ship has sailed.

JOB-LAND

I finally got a shinny glimmer of hope for a job. I heard back from 2 advertising agencies in Dallas! REPEAT… not one but TWO! Both companies are really cool but they both have some downsides to them. First off, they are located in Dallas. Dallas is where the rich snobby people of Texas go to die. Dallas isn’t fun or hip. Dallas has nothing to do in the city but go shopping. Although I love to shop, I also love being outdoors on the water. The agencies also don’t create award-winning work or pay you enough to live in the crappy city of Dallas. Regardless I am going up there to check them out to see what they will offer me. Plus, I am hoping this trip will change my mind about the city of Dallas.. I am going to remain positive and open to any new experiences. Maybe it will surprise me.

GIRLS NIGHT OUT

Real talk.. this night was sooo needed. I have been so cooped up at my mom’s house recently that a night out on the town was just what the doctor ordered. I let my hair down, I took shots, I shook my booty, and most importantly.. I laughed with my friends.  I finally feel like I am pulling myself out of the deep end. I could actually breath. I wish I could just go back to college and be 'me' again. The realization of my last breakup and the pressure I am constantly putting on myself to find a job hits me in waves. One moment I am feeling like the old confident me, and then the next minute I am a shell of a woman, crying hysterically on the kitchen floor. I am so tired of feeling so broken.  I need more nights out with my girls. Friends are definitely the best medicine to cure a broken heart. I am so glad that I have such an amazing support group. =) 

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE

The first step I plan on taking on this crazy journey of finding myself seems to be one that many people take after a breakup. I have decided to get back into fitness.  I want to feel confident and strong in my own skin and working out (with a good diet) is a great step to do so. While I was in San Fran I realized that I really wanted to workout and better myself but I had no motivation, patience, or time to do such things. But now that I am back in Texas, I have all the time in the world, I pledge to take this seriously. So I have decided to become a Beachbody coach. I know, this is kinda coming out of the blue… I have done a couple of fitness challenge groups in the past and I have really loved them. I feel like I am turning over a new leaf and this is a great way to get me back on my feet. I have always found fitness to be a huge physical and emotional journey that really helps heal the soul. Plus motivating others will definitely help motivate me to kick some butt in the quest for self-love. I have signed up 3 girls to my new challenge group and I am so excited to be their support system. I finally feel like I have something to look forward to everyday. 

THE BACK STORY

I just graduated college and was floating on cloud nine. I had completed 2 degrees in 5 years, was ad club president, and held the creative director roll at my college. Some might say.. I rocked at college. I don’t know if it was my lazy girl method of learning that got my through it so fast but I somehow even managed to get into the honors college.  But with all of that success I managed to put myself up on a pedestal and decided I would NEVER SETTLE for anything less than what I worked for. The summer before graduation I had been dating a wonderful guy who I thought I was going to marry but that all changed when I got an amazing art director internship in San Francisco. After spending the summer abroad I quickly realized I didn’t know who I was or what I really wanted. Once I got back to Texas I broke up with him.. I thought it would be best for me to take some time off and discover who I was without him. Well.. literally a month later I was in the arms of a another man. I jumped from one ship to another faster than you could say ‘cow-a-bunga.’ I had met this handsome Colombian, copywriter while working in SF and had developed a small crush. We dated long distance for 9 months until I graduated and then I decided to jump off the cliff and move to San Francisco to be with him. I figured the job market was booming over there and we would finally get a chance to ‘be together.’ Ooh boy was I wrong. I was blinded by love and I couldn’t see the issues in our relationship. It took us only a month of living together to see we couldn’t stand to be around one another. We fought all the time, the sex felt like it was forced, and there was no motivation to do anything but watch tv. Our passion for one another was gone. It was like long distance was the only thing keeping us together in the first place. After months of not being able to find a job I finally got sick of all the fighting and decided to leave. So here I am… still jobless… still homeless....still broke… and still single and I couldn’t be happier. After the initial grief went away I decided I needed to make a change in my life. I needed to strap on my big girl britches and take on the world alone.