Dear 2015, We need to have a chat about your boo, 2014. We were friends for awhile, but that B was a dirty, no-good little tease. Here’s the thing. At first, we had a fantastic friendship; full of promise and optimism. I had such high hopes.
I was in my last year of college, I got a full-time job and I met a few of the most amazing people I’ve ever had in my life. Things were good. Like, really good. For months, we had an easy, symbiotic relationship. We shared so many good memories. It was effortless.
There was a moment where I thought this relationship was going to be one of those, one of a kind, life-changing type relationships. I graduated from college and had a job interview on the same day. I really thought the rest of my life was right in front of me. It was an odd coupling of mystery and a sense of security. Everything I had ever worked for had literally culminated into a single moment of success.
Until it wasn’t.
I didn’t get that job. Or the next job I interviewed for. Or the job I interviewed for after that. 2014 was a bigger disappointment than my first time. Not cute, not okay.
2014 turned their back on me.
I get it though. Everyone needs some humbling moments in their life. I’m cool with that. To be honest with you, I’m at the point where I’ll do whatever it takes for me to start a job that may lead to a career. — I’m even considering interning again — at 24, with my degree. Because, if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes.
But seriously, 2015… I’m going to need you to call in some favors from your friends Karma, Faith and Hope and make some shit happen, because this whole failure to launch thing… not a good look.
I like nice things, and they aren’t going to buy themselves. So, let’s do this, shall we?
P.S. I am putting this letter on my vision board. BOOM.