I met a recent post-grad the other day who was just as cute as she could be. She was stylish, smart, bright-eyed and filled with promise. She's hopeful to find a job she can be passionate about, doing something, you know...that matters. Politics, the arts, non-profit perhaps? And then she asked about my "story." What do I do? (Besides fold scarves and reassure customers that the skinny jeans they're trying on does not make their ass look fat, that is.)
And then, well, my story didn't sound so impressive. So what that I have spent an entire day with the Jonas Brothers (and, at one time they knew me by name)? Or that I have been on the set of an Emma Roberts movie or flirted shamelessly with Channing Tatum over the phone. The better part of my career has been spent either stalking celebrities or asking them about their first kiss. So WHAT?
My freshman year in college I majored in psychology because I wanted to be a counselor of some sort. After seriously struggling through a couple math classes (numbers aren't my thing), I decided to switch to English because it was a broad enough major and I was decent writer. Fast-forward eight years and here I am: fired, broke, and only sometimes fabulous. I'm really not sure what exactly I have accomplished or contributed to this world, but I wonder how many English majors in my graduating class can say they have met Chace Crawford or have been air-kissed by Taylor Swift?
Hrm...I'm still feeling kinda crummy. I should do more volunteer work like I did in this post. I really enjoyed it. So what about you: What do you do that matters?