I’ve always wanted to be independent. When I passed out of college, I had already interned at an entertainment weekly and knew the magazine I wanted to work for. I had a plan for after that as well. But somewhere along the way, I got a little chicken. And technology advanced, more avenues opened up, opportunities came along. The only thing that remained constant was that I wanted to write.
I come from an illustrious family that runs a steady business. I’ve had the good fortune of working outside of the family business in something that has been my interest. I’ve been lucky to work because I wanted to keep myself occupied, grow as a writer, not because I had to make ends meet or earn a living.
I came back from film school earlier this year and got lazy in my city. I started feeling lost. I was looking for jobs and this publication had an opening. Of course, people had an opinion about the publication. ‘They write only listicles’, ‘they’re as good as poop’, etc. Despite that, I took up the job with sincerity.
It was a new way of writing and I accepted the challenges that came with it. What I didn’t expect was it to come crumbling down so quickly. Last night, myself and 4 other colleagues put in our papers because we’d had enough. Some of us didn’t even get a response. I got a response that informed me I didn’t have to serve a notice period.
I woke up this morning job-free. I worked out of the family office because I didn’t want to lose the groove. And I watched Inside Out at night with my former colleagues, now friends.
Of course, we’ve all been feeling strange because it happened so suddenly. Kind of the way Riley feels when she moves from Minnesota to San Francisco. She wakes up in a new city. She’s angry, hurt, confused, etc. As I laughed hard through the movie and went awww, a very important life lesson was reinstated in my memory.
We can only function normally when joy and sadness go hand in hand. Inside Out made me realise that every hurdle makes a core memory and joy saves the day.
Now I know moving out of the job was the change I had to accept. And while I might be a little sad right now, joy will hold sadness’ hand and everything will be okay. Until the next hiccup, of course. 😀