So Far So Good

Today was my interview. Everything went smoothly and I was able to get a feel for the office, while my potential employer asked me what she needed to know.

She asked me to come in again on Wednesday to learn more about the company and have any questions I may have answered. Being asked to come in for a second interview is a good sign so hopefully everything will go well.

I still don't know if I'm going to take the job if it's offered. It depends on whether or not it's a good fit for me. I guess I'll find out soon enough!

XO

Interview Jitters

So...

Tomorrow I will be interviewing for a job that could launch my career. While it's not exactly writing romance novels and living in a country cottage, or even directing films, it could give me more life experience, help me save money, allow me to explore more opportunities and discover a passion I may or may not have. That said, I'm pretty excited.

At the very least, I'll be able to leave my restaurant job and start making enough to support the passions I do have such as writing, traveling, clothes shopping, &c.

Here's to hoping and praying that I get it. And if I don't...no worries. It just means God has something even better in mind.

Besides, first jobs usually aren't very glamorous.

XO

A Change in Direction

My ambitions, for quite some time now, have been focused towards building a career in the film industry. Studying public relations and telecommunications in college, it was what I had always planned on for a career.

But lately I've been dreaming of something else. Something much deeper. I've been dreaming dreams from the heart.

When I close my eyes and picture the life I would be happiest living, I am not a producer or a director or even a lowly production assistant. I'm a writer.

Not some literary genius or academic, not some journalist or even a screenwriter. No.

I'm a romance writer. A storyteller who weaves together tales of the heart.

I picture myself, sitting in front of the computer screen and bringing to life all the characters running around in my imagination. I am married to the kind of man I write about--kind, strong, honest, loving, and drop-dead gorgeous. I have children running around somewhere in the background of that daydream and there's always something that smells delicious baking in the oven. Did I mention I live in Great Britain? England, Ireland, Scotland or even Wales. It doesn't matter to me. All I know is that I'm surrounded by beauty and romance and magic. And most of all, I'm surrounded by love.

That image is where I go when I need to reach my happy place. That is the dream of my heart.

Hollywood doesn't even have a cameo.

That said, I am attempting to do something until now I've been terrified to do. I'm going to try to write a book. If nothing ever comes of it, fine. But it won't be because I never tried.

In the meantime, I'm going to focus on finding a job in public relations. A day job, if you will.

I had my time in Hollywood. I tried working in the industry. And while I enjoyed it immensely, even in the midst of it all, my heart still dreamed of that quiet cottage on a hill, somewhere in the old country. Surrounded by family and friends and lots of love.

Should a job in the industry come my way, I wouldn't turn it down. But it is no longer my first priority.

Writing and dreaming and following my heart are now at the top of the list.