It honestly feels so good to be able to write again. It’s not that I haven’t had my laptop or haven’t had the right ideas for topics to write but it’s more of I haven’t had the motivation or real push to write. And I know, you’re probably thinking, “what the hell, why would I take advice on something like this from someone who’s not in a long-lasting committed relationship?” But just hear me out… Sometimes being on the outside looking in, you have a better idea of what reality is and can even bring up some good points.
Everyone’s situation has its own unique code… DNA if you will. No situation is the same and it shouldn’t be the same. Could you imagine everyone living the same life and having the same issues and going through the same problems – boring. Thank goodness life is no where near “take a right, then take your next immediate left”. But with things being so different and unpredictable for each individual, it leads us to naturally compare our triumphs to others (without putting their background noise into consideration).
We have made it to the official year – Kobe year! Although my birthday was actually on a Thursday, it was only right to extend it into the weekend. It’s crazy to think that I remember my 18th birthday like it was last Wednesday and it’s even more bizarre to think I wasn’t suppose to see 22 (I proved them wrong).
One of my biggest fears has successfully become my reality. I knew about the possibilities and this was always an acronym that was talked about amongst the doctor visits and kitchen counter top – CMV. How to prevent it, the risks, and all other things involving this disgusting inconvenience were things I knew. But here’s the thing… I never planned for this. CMV never made it to my nightly routine or next Saturday’s plans. How do you even plan for something so uncomfortable? It’s like knowing your destination but referencing a roadmap that doesn’t make sense. CMV was indeed distant cousins to transplant rejection and best friends with misery.
I never thought I’d be doing this… Yet alone be telling you about the hardest yet most rewarding decision I’ve had to make. As I mentioned in my newsletter, I’ve decided to take a different route in terms of my career choice. For those of you that have been with me from the beginning you that becoming a successful Fashion Publicist has always been my dream. I mean heck I went to Iowa State University and studied Marketing and Public Relations with a minor in Fashion Design. But before I come clean with what I’ve been looking into, lets get into the facts. Who and why do people change careers?