My writing collection since 2013
A common thread in various texts that I have read is something along the lines of “looking back and seeing how far you’ve gone and how much you’ve achieved.”
I’ll count from the beginning of 2013 and on:
Money:
My goal was to pay down two credit cards and one student loan by the end of 2014.
Result:
-Paid it all off in October 2014.
Writing:
My goal was to get a paid writing job at the end of 2013.
Result:
2013
–The Baseline Magazine published “Distanced Love” in Aug. 2013. In 2014, it won second place in a writing contest which was a $50 reward, and fourth place at JACC for Magazine Opinion
-I wrote 35 blog posts for Guest of a Guest, Los Angeles
-I was the senior editor for The Chaffey Review, got a story published (“Lullaby” – anonymously so that I got in with a fairly) in Volume 11, and was selected to read aloud for an “In My Own Words” contest where I won a $50 gift card.
-I published eight articles in The Breeze
2014
-Got hired at Beverly Hills Weekly with my first day on the job on Jan. 3. I headed and wrote 48 weekly issues.
–Montage Magazine published a photo with a story in their summer issue.
Other goals:
Live in Los Angeles:
2014
-Lived in Echo Park and Silverlake
Throughout all of this were many sleepless nights and questioning whether one thing I was doing was going to actually lead me in the right direction. But in the end, I’ve achieved the goals that I set for myself.
It’s not as easy as I’m making it seem. I sacrificed a lot of time and energy and sleep.
In 2013, if I wasn’t at school, I was at work as a server, which, by the way, paid for the debts and expenses that I had at the time. I was so ecstatic at receiving my first paycheck and getting more hours and working the days where I would get more tips. If I wasn’t at work, I was at an unpaid internship, commuting four hours from home to Los Angeles by Metrolink and bus (waking up at 4am just to catch the first train in time to get that bus to take me to the internship on time). Then, with my backpack and duffel bag, I would walk 1.5-2 miles back to either work, or to the bus stop to take me to school.
If I wasn’t at any of those places, I was looking for job opportunities or writing or writing more blog entries from home and trying to figure out how to get those job opportunities and what kinds of stories to write. I had time once in a while to hang out with some of my friends. Having that internship in LA also let me spend a few hours with the guy I was dating at the time. But then my weekends were never free and it got to the point where I would have to schedule my days off if I wanted a “rest” day.
In 2014, all my time was dedicated towards work. I was lucky enough to be able to live with the guy I was dating. When I got off work I either worked some more or shut down and spent time with the guy. I was determined to stay for one year at work, despite all obstacles. And again, no holidays or vacations. But I thought it was going to be worth it. The guy I was dating is an architect, and to see how much work he put into his work and schooling I felt that I’m not an exception. If I wanted to stand out then I would need to work to be as exceptional as I can be at the job in order to beat my competition in the field. And I did great. I really did a great job. I can’t think of anything that I could’ve done better by the time I left.
Then the guy broke up with me. I faired well at work for the first month of that, but the money I was making wasn’t enough to support living on my own or even pay for the rent at the place we were living.
Then…the heartache. And everything that comes with trying to get over a broken heart and taking down the future that I thought I was going to have. Then the realization that the people who I talked to and met in 2014 won’t exist in my life from that point on.
So… looking back at how far I’ve come…I have achieved the majority of the things that I planned out for myself. The large rocks of it anyway. But I have to keep moving forward.
I’ve been watching How I Met Your Mother, and the characters in that TV show are relatively my age now. If that show is any accurate description of life then…I’ll have more heartbreaks and disappointments. I’ll have more job opportunities that suit me or my situation, and eventually both. Life will carry on for everyone whether I’m sad or happy or successful or poor. And hopefully, I’ve done some good along the way. If anything, I’ve done that much in two years, I can do so much more in the next two.