The time has come. Reality is swooping in, knocking the croissant out of my hand and trying to ruin my life. I have to get a job – not a play job – a job job. Not just any job, my dream job! My days are filled to capacity with writing and re-writing cover letters, LinkedIn stalking, and day dreaming about what kind of life I want to build. Everyone asks “What is your passion?” Truth is- when I dream, I dream about lifestyle. Plainly put, I dream about glamour- all day, everyday! If thats wrong, damnit I have no interest in being right.
Gone are the days where I can settle for anything less than what I want. I see my end goal and I know what I want – right down to the number of peacocks roaming the west wing garden! Slightly excessive, but hey- its who I am.
Under pressure to make another big decision, I am weighing out my options. Do I give up the dream of living forever in the best city in the world (Paris) in favour of a dream job in an equally lovely city (London/Milan/New York/Miami) or – I daresay- even in favour of the comfort and security of home (Nastysau)? The next few weeks leading up to graduation are crucial. So many questions – no clue how its going to turn out…
At the end of it all, whatever happens will simply be yet another new beginning. A fabulous new beginning.
p.s. Enjoy a perfect Parisian sunrise shot. If you squint you can see the Eiffel Tower 🙂