I'm interning for a magazine this summer in Manhattan doing marketing and sales. People call it work but I don't see this job as 'work'. Everything I've experienced, seen or heard has been a learning experience that I never want to see end in the beginning of August.
Countless adults at my parents' dinner parties would tell me "don't rush through college", "it's the best four years of your life", "oh, if I could only do it again," etc. I completely agree. I love college. I don't want to rush through it. I know it's the best four years of my life. I'll most likely want to relive these years a decade or so from now. However, I recognize the fact that I need to be getting experience in a field that I am interested in. How can this be my first taste of something so sweet? It was not always a tangible idea, but now, I know that I must
chase what I want. Not 'go after it' or 'pursue my potential career path'. I need to
chase the idea of ultimately being satisfied in my potential career. I'm not sure if that's possible for me to do in my college town. It's time to think about next summer and this one's barely started.
During my magazine's annual sales meeting, the only feeling I could muster up in my journal was excitement. I would look around the room and think "do these women know how lucky they are?" They get to make a difference and make an impact in a publication that reaches millions of hands every single day. I would look around the room to see satisfied and appreciative nods to the words being spoken, however, I could literally not contain my excitement. I want to create, convince, write and sell. Maybe I'm just a little immature, inexperienced and easily impressed, however, I know I must harness this enthusiasm into hardwork and reality.