If you were to ask me a year ago if I believed in fate, I probably would’ve said no. Yet, here I am declaring the ultimate cliché: I officially believe in fate.
You may have noticed that I took a hiatus from blogging. I really didn’t intend to take this long of a break from posting, but a lot has changed in the past six months. If you didn’t already know, I moved to New York City!
I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with a post explaining how I came to this decision (already cringing a little), but there are going to be some big changes over here on BWT and I really feel like I’d be cheating myself if I didn’t put it all out there.
So back around the time I last posted, I was planning on moving to St. Petersburg to live with my long-term boyfriend and start my first full-time job in a matter of just weeks. Long story short, we ended up breaking up. After a couple days of self-pity (hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do), I came to a realization:
My future had completely opened up.
I had always dreamt of moving out of state after graduation. Actually, staying in Florida was always my last resort. But then, love came along and as it often does, it blinded me. Like in any relationship, I made sacrifices. I was willing to put my dreams on the back burner for the sake of being together. I decided to apply for jobs in Florida and look for apartments with the person I thought I couldn’t live without. It’s true: I’m a sucker for love.
The problem was, I was ignoring someone. I was tuning out the voice inside my head.
So here’s where fate steps in… I’d been putting off my job search for months. I was traveling non-stop, which I obviously don’t regret one bit, but I was also making excuses for myself. I had very little motivation to apply for jobs, which sounds typical, but it’s really unlike me. Throughout college, I’ve always had a job or internship. I’ve always been serious about my career, and all of a sudden, I was terrified.
I knew why I was scared. I was afraid of looking back and regretting that I never moved to the big city. I was worried that I’d feel unsatisfied and unfulfilled. This was a pivotal time in my life that I would never get back.
So of course, my first instinct after finalizing the break-up was revisit my future. I always told myself that if I was single and it was completely up to me, I’d move to New York.
So here I was. Back at square one, with only me, myself, and I to consider.
To me, there were two options. I could stay home, get a job that may or may not excite me, and feel sorry for myself. Or, I could start a new chapter, and do something that would forever change my life. Obviously, I chose the latter.
Two days after my break-up, I actively searched for jobs. Unlike the past few months, it felt right. I could see myself in these positions feeling happy and fulfilled. Within a few short weeks, I secured a job and apartment in Manhattan.
Fast forward a few months and here I am. I’d be lying if I said it’s been easy. It hasn’t been, but I never expected it to be. New York keeps me on my toes every day, but that’s the best part. Each morning is a new adventure and a new opportunity to make magic happen.
For the past four months, I’ve really been focusing on my career and trying to find my groove in the city. I wasn’t sure when I was actually going to make this post happen, but working in PR with bloggers and influencers every day has given me some serious motivation.
Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to keep posting! I’m so excited to be back.