The Spill Babes

Spillers, I did it. I finally have a job. Not just a part-time position. A full-time job in New York City. I’m still screaming.

I spent four months in full job hunt cranky bitch mode. Stress eating, going back and forth between TikTok and LinkedIn every five minutes, and constant mental breakdowns while continuously telling myself “doors won’t open for me if I’m not meant to walk through them.” Questioning every aspect of my life and all the previous choices that led me to constantly refreshing my email and depriving myself of doing anything other than filling out applications. It was dark. I was becoming feral.

Then, finally, I got the email. An interview. Then another. The offer letter. The “pause… they actually want me with little to no experience?” Suddenly, every rejection, every ghosted application, every “we’ve decided to move forward with another candidate” felt like the beginning, not the ending. 

Now, I wake up at an hour that should be illegal, commute two hours, work all day, commute two hours again, and still end the day smiling like I’m a delusional woman in a Hallmark movie. I truly haven’t felt more alive. I’m just genuinely happy! Each day I walk into an office full of creative chaos, gossip sessions, pop culture talk, and people who talk about campaigns like they’re married to them. I feel like it’s where I’m meant to be.

So yeah. My commute is borderline disrespectful. I’m kept alive by caffeine and Whole Food’s egg salad. I have a permanent dent in my shoulder from my tote bag I stuff my entire life into. But I’m doing what I love, where I want to be, and it feels like everything I manifested during those four months of stress finally showed up.

If you take anything away from this, never stop believing in yourself. You’ll always end up where you truly belong.

Keep spilling babes, xx.