Working Girl

I caught the 8:45am bus into NYC today for work. It was the second time this week that I traveled to the city for something work-related and I couldn’t be happier about it.

I guess I should preface by saying I recently changed jobs. It was the first time I was ever offered a job while having another. I’ve never left a company for something better before, and because I am a people pleaser making the choice to do so wasn’t easy. I actually attempted to juggle both jobs for a week before I made my decision.

Turns out it was one of the best life decisions I’ve ever made.

I spent most of my twenties addicted to watching Sex in the City. It was an escape from the reality of my lackluster life and I couldn’t help but daydream about what things might be like if I was a successful and independent woman with a job and friends there.

New York City is exciting and every time I walk out of Port Authority and onto 42nd Street I feel like the luckiest single girl in the world to be there, especially since three years ago I would never have dared to wander its streets and subways alone. Yet there I have been several times in the last month, living the kind of moments I used to dream about.

I held my head high when I went for my casting interview with the producers of  the reality show “3″.

I sipped champagne on a rooftop bar overlooking the twinkling city lights with my fabulously single mom friends.

I got to #SipIntoSpring with my fellow single lifestyle bloggers while enjoying delicious, and STRONG, Figenza Vodka cocktails at a nightclub in Gramercy.

And today I waltzed into an ad agency with my new boss to be part of a pitch that made me realize how insanely lucky I am to now have a mentor like her and a job like I do.

For the first time in my life I feel like a career woman; that I have finally found what I was meant to do. My new job isn’t just a means to support myself and my son; it’s a passion. It’s the perfect polygamist marriage between my love of blogging, my addiction to social media and my desire to help people. And my boss is absolutely amazing.

I adore her. I respect her. I am in awe of her.

The strangest part is that I never would’ve found myself in this working girl place had it not been for my ex leaving me. When he screwed me over and took the path I was on with him, I was forced to build a new one.

Turns out I am one hell of a mason.

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