I'm really fortunate. straight up. While my impending $1200 ticket for god knows what and my allergy imposing town home continuously frustrate me, I've temporarily disregarded all external irritations in light of today's realization
I'm happy with jobs I've been given. Though I've quite/fired/completely ignored some of the employers of the past, I've somehow managed to wander into the most fortunate opportunities. Every experience I dream up, I eventually live, and I'm so appreciative
And now I have an internship with 944 magazine. I can't even describe how lucky I feel. I'm also in limbo with an internship for discoversd. I wanted to write, and I'm doing it, and I can't even express how happy I am. Passion and ambition does wonders (along with sleeping with the boss, contemplating your standards to write about Paris Hilton's stiletto's, and utilizing the wonderous white lie on your resume)
