My dear readers,
I have come to two conclusions. Either you're wildly curious about what it is that I actually do with my life, or you're perfectly happy with the amount of information that I reveal. I read many of your blogs, and I often find myself somewhere between the two. I understand and appreciate the need for anonymity and privacy, but a gal can't help wondering.
Until very recently, I worked full-time for a well known and highly regarded luxury magazine. It's a great book and I'm proud to have been a part of it. Unfortunately, I was not in an editorial capacity and therefore, did not have the chance to write. At the end of the day, it has always been a dream of mine to have my name in a masthead and I can now cross that off my "bucket list".
While I'm sad to leave this publication, I'm comforted in the knowledge that I'm meant for something more. Writing is my passion, and this blog brings me more joy than I could ever properly convey. Thank you for the continued comments, emails, and support. You have no idea what it means to me that someone other than my mom actually appreciates my writing.
Since moving to the city a little over a year ago, I have dreamed of living my life in a Carrie Bradshaw style. I want to freelance, to work from home, to meet new and exciting people, to be adored, and to really soak in New York. All while in Charlotte's wardrobe, of course.
I finally have this opportunity. I'm thrilled and I'm terrified.
Here I go... Wish me luck!