Broken Can Be Beautiful

Vulnerability is hard. Admitting life isn’t perfect sometimes feels like you’re letting yourself or those around you down. I came to New York City with big dreams. The way the city towered above me gave perspective on greatness and achievement. The overachieving and strong individuals who inhabited the city were […]

Vulnerability is hard. Admitting life isn’t perfect sometimes feels like you’re letting yourself or those around you down.

I came to New York City with big dreams. The way the city towered above me gave perspective on greatness and achievement. The overachieving and strong individuals who inhabited the city were just what I wanted emulate in myself. Having paid off all my debt I felt ready to jump into the concrete jungle and pursue what set my heart on fire. I knew what I didn’t like about past jobs, but what did I love? It was the thought of “if you do what you love you’ll never work a day in your life” that fueled me with perseverance as I pounded the pavement and took jobs way below my skill level just to make ends meet.
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