Mood: ohnoes~!
I can hear Alanis Morisette in the background. It’s like reeeeheyeynnnn, on your wedding day~!!!! It’s a fuhree raaahayydd when you’re already late. It’s a goood adviii—-
Okay, you get the point.
Today I received an interview invitation from Summit Media for an Editorial Assistant position. Before you roll your eyes at me, hear me out. Like most female teenagers, I too fantasized about living the life of a magazine columnist or a magazine editor. It doesn’t have to be a Devil Wears Prada-ish scenario. A tech magazine, anime magazine or even a gaming magazine (good lord what I would give to write game reviews) would do. In any case, I was really obsessed with the thought of living the life of a magazine feature writer. I carried that dream all throughout high school and college. So when I graduated, naturally the first place I’d be submitting my resume to would be Summit.
I wasn’t expecting anything since a company as epic as that probably wouldn’t accept fresh grad noobs like me. So when they didn’t call for around 8 months, oh believe me, I knew there wasn’t a place for me there. I have come to terms with it and realized that hey, maybe in five years when you’re all epic and shit, you’d get in. But right now young padawan, your school skills simply will not do.
And then January came. 9 months since I sent my resume. They called me. Yes, in the worst timing ever.
At first I panicked and really wanted to give it a chance. I wanted to at least attend the interview to see if I qualified or not. Then after thinking long and hard, I realized maybe this absolutely horrible timing happened for a reason. Maybe I’m really not meant to be in that kind of industry… yet. Or maybe my skills are needed more in my current field than there. I may be too young, too stupid or too inexperienced to handle that kind of work and the reason why I received this call is that some greater force wanted to remind me of my dreams.
A lot of people I know got lost along the way and have forgotten all about their dreams. They look back on their lives and realize that what they ended up as, right now, it really wasn’t what they intended. So yeah, because of what happened, I’m suddenly reminded that “Hey, this was your dream once. This is what you wanted. It may not be what you want anymore but this is what moved you to do what you did.”
I can talk more about this and connect it to how I chose Communication Arts as my major (and not Nursing.. XD) but then that would be a post even I wouldn’t want to read. Maybe some other time. For now, maybe I’ll just go and play with my dreams a little bit more while it’s here.
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