So, major, major things are happening!
I moved to NYC recently to start interning, and since moving here, everything is just booming! One of my internships is at a travel magazine. In February I started blogging for them, which turned into writing articles for the website, and I helped edit the last issue, which means my name got printed in the magazine’s Masthead…That’s right, my name…..IN PRINT…IN A MAGAZINE! (Can I officially start referring to myself as writer now? Have I “made it” ? )
And now, I’m working on my first feature article to get published in the print magazine, AND I just found out I’m taking what’s called a press trip to Mexico.
I never knew what a press trip was.
I never knew how much money could be spent by companies. It’s literally mind-boggling. As someone who has spent my entire life bored out of my mind working in restaurants and retail, working 9 hour days only to have a 30 minute break, just to make 8 dollars an hour…. It’s seriously fucking crazy. Our magazine is sent gifts ALL THE TIME by places and companies wanting us to write about them.
And a press trip is where a tourism company, hotel, or airline, PAYS REPORTERS TO TRAVEL THERE in exchange for having an article written about it.
I get to travel.
AND GET PAID.
Is this even real life?
People around the world, listen to me. Hard work actually does pay off. I spent so many years thinking I’d be bored and miserable forever. Thinking I wasn’t good enough for a job I loved. Thinking I wasn’t smart enough to make my dreams come true.
I didn’t start grad school until I was 27. I won’t walk and receive my diploma from Harvard until I’m 30.
And up until I got back in school, my life was a raging shitshow (as any of you will know if you’ve been reading my blog before then)
I was a late bloomer. Depression, loneliness, anxiety, self-doubt, and self-hatred controlled my life since I was 10 years old.
…since my life went to hell.
But you know what, I didn’t give up. And if any of you out there feel like you’re the outcast, or feel hated, or even if you hate yourself – It can get better.
Hope is real. And hope can get you through.
And I know it’s hard. I fully understand that believing in yourself, when all you hear your entire life is how shitty you are, is basically fucking impossible. It takes so much strength. So much hardship. So much perseverance.
But it’s so worth it.
You deserve happiness. You deserve success. You deserve it all.
So the next time some bitch comes along and tries to put you down, rock some hardcore Miranda Priestly realness…
You’re better than them. You always were.
Travel on my friends,
The Dark Horse
(This was written out of passion, not logic! So, no, this wasn’t proofread)