Love or Hate your job?
I Love my job, even though it is not at all what I excepted to be doing after graduating college.
I graduated top of my journalism class April of 2010 and started freelancing a few weeks later, but I didn't like it. I wanted to write books and travel the world.
Two years later, I proudly finished writing my first book in Hyde Park, London. Some of it was written in North Africa, some in Europe, some in Asia, and some even in Australia while sightseeing Sidney.
(If you spend more time Twitting, Instagramming, and Facetiming than talking to real people, you should probably follow this link and go buy it: LIFE WITHOUT IT)
Today I am again in London, and I think I just finished writing my second book. Holland Park this time. I guess parks are becoming a ritual. It was draft number four, and hopefully the last.
This was me at draft number 3:
I cannot wait to be after after tomorrow and celebrate with my best friend in Cannes.
This weekend I am not sure where I will be. But chances are I will be somewhere fun: Amsterdam, Rome, Chicago, Los Angeles, who knows?
Next week I will be in Paris and at the end of the month I will be in NYC for a few days.
And no I am not part of the Hilton family, I don't own a private jet. I am a flight attendant.
When I started flying after quitting the newspaper, I was convinced it was just for a couple of
years, that it would never be my career. I even asked my best friend Charlotte to make me quit if I had not already quit by X amount of time. But I take it all back.
Three years later, I am still a flight attendant and I am happy.
I love my job. I love that it gives me time to read and write as much as I love to do. I love that it gives me the flexibility to take at least three big vacations a year. And I love that it allows me to be in London today, NYC tomorrow, Cannes after-tomorrow and Paris next week.
Do you also love your job? If you do, share a few words. If you don't, I want a whole paragraph.
And for more of my not no blonde brain random thoughts, don't forget to follow me on FACEBOOK.
I graduated top of my journalism class April of 2010 and started freelancing a few weeks later, but I didn't like it. I wanted to write books and travel the world.
Two years later, I proudly finished writing my first book in Hyde Park, London. Some of it was written in North Africa, some in Europe, some in Asia, and some even in Australia while sightseeing Sidney.
(If you spend more time Twitting, Instagramming, and Facetiming than talking to real people, you should probably follow this link and go buy it: LIFE WITHOUT IT)
Today I am again in London, and I think I just finished writing my second book. Holland Park this time. I guess parks are becoming a ritual. It was draft number four, and hopefully the last.
This was me at draft number 3:
Yes I realize it is a boy and I am a girl but this is the closest I could find to describe my mental state at the time of draft number 3.
I cannot wait to be after after tomorrow and celebrate with my best friend in Cannes.
This weekend I am not sure where I will be. But chances are I will be somewhere fun: Amsterdam, Rome, Chicago, Los Angeles, who knows?
Next week I will be in Paris and at the end of the month I will be in NYC for a few days.
And no I am not part of the Hilton family, I don't own a private jet. I am a flight attendant.
When I started flying after quitting the newspaper, I was convinced it was just for a couple of
years, that it would never be my career. I even asked my best friend Charlotte to make me quit if I had not already quit by X amount of time. But I take it all back.
Three years later, I am still a flight attendant and I am happy.
And for more of my not no blonde brain random thoughts, don't forget to follow me on FACEBOOK.
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