The other day on my way to work, I got an email back from an editor who liked an application I submitted to write for her site… a year ago.
I laughed out loud but it wasn’t that funny.
See, a year ago, I was a wreck. I was 23, out of college, and trying to get articles placed in any outlet that would take them on top of managing a spa and doing freelance massage therapy and English tutoring. All I wanted was to be a full-time reporter and that was all my parents – who texted me every morning with some variation of, “Job?” – wanted, too. Continue reading