I have long overdue good news to share with you guys. I have been interning for Writers House since October and the great news is that I have just been hired part-time as an assistant at another literary agency, Chalberg & Sussman! I’m so excited! The last two years have been really hard, probably the hardest years of my life. I’ve been on an uphill battle that I could go on and on about if I truly wanted but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about how things are starting to take a turn for the better. Since August, things have just been working in my favor from serving as a counselor at Wricampia, getting accepted into the Writers House internship out of 1200 applicants, and now getting this part-time job!? I’m ecstatic, I can’t even begin to explain it.
I’ve always been a book reader and writer. It never occurred to me that these were plausible avenues to find employment. It wasn’t until my senior year of college that I realized that I wanted to get into the publishing industry. I went to the Columbia Publishing Course, I went on interviews and I did everything “right” or so I thought. It was partly about what I was doing but also about timing, not mine but God’s. A lot of those opportunities that I “desperately” wanted would not have allowed me to do what I’m doing now. Who is even to say that I would’ve been happy with all those jobs I missed out on? I was just desperate for a job – I still am but I have more faith that the right job for me will be apparent. I still get anxious since my parents are financing the majority of my expenses. Ideally, I want to be self-sufficient but there is plenty of time for that. I just really want to bask in the achievements I have made thus far. It’s so easy to forget to count your blessings and fixate on the things you still want or that are missing. I want to bask in this moment, to let the fact that I am living in New York (basically full-time), working 5 days a week, commuting and getting acclimated into the publishing industry settle into my mind. I just want to realize that all those dreams I had of working in the city, having fun, and being surrounded by intelligent like-minded individuals are coming to fruition.
I think dreams coming into reality are equal parts exciting and terrifying. Exciting for obvious reasons but terrifying because it feels too good to be true. It makes you question things like what if the dream you have had forever doesn’t turn out to be what you thought it would be? Well, I think not taking the risk is scarier than taking it.