It’s all happening. It started with one little email from a talent agent in LA–and in less than two weeks, I was offered my dream job. It’s the job I always wanted but wasn’t sure really existed. It’s the stuff I do in my head all day for fun, and now I’m actually getting paid [pretty well I might add] for it. Holy shitballs, I’m with a vibrant, irreverent, fun beauty brand who is at the top of their game and no one can touch them. They’re in a luxury league of their own.

And since I got the news that the job was mine and I was selected over other writers, I have secretly been doing this:

Despite a couple of stupid little panic attacks, I decided to let loose my internal ant eater on those insecure thoughts, and now I’m back to feeling like a creative cannon ready to fire.

I’m loving this buzz. There are no stop signs on my proverbial street of dreams.

Yeah, I’m a bit pumped. But you know what they say, if it happened to me, it could happen to you too…

xoxo