i was an editor-in-chief
Well as I start to write this, I technically am Editor-in-Chief for another two hours and 45 minutes, but who needs those specifics? Today is a special day, and as I write this, I am also feeling a lot of resistance, because chapters closing and change always fills me with so much grief that sometimes it’s too much to bear. Deep breath. I can do this.
In the fall of 2021, I started working for a grassroots charity organization in a marketing role. Fast forward 8 months and there I was taking on my dream role; Editor-in-Chief of an online Journal. To this day, little me still does a little happy dance inside when I see the title show up on my resume and LinkedIn. When I was young, I dreamed of being Editor-in-Chief of a big fashion magazine in New York City. I wanted to flee Canada and trapeze over to the states to take Manhattan by storm. They wouldn’t know what hit them. But then, things changed. Somewhere along the way I realized that the dream that little me had envisioned wasn’t all it was actually cracked up to be. I didn’t want to be Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada struggling her way through the fashion scene, only to give it all up at the end of the movie to pursue her true passion - journalism beyond the realms of fashion.
I’ve always known that I wanted to be a writer in some capacity, and I feel like I have accomplished all of that and more, with lots to come still, but what I didn’t know is that at 23 I would become an Editor-in-Chief in the best sense of the title; for a grassroots charity organization that is value-driven and sustainability-focused, led by an incredible team of passionate young change makers, creatives and dreamers. My dream really did come true, and even if I never get to be Meryl Streep behind her glossy glass desk in the high rise executive building, that’s okay, because I got something better.
Here’s to dreams really coming true. Here’s to leaving those dreams behind to go chase new ones, too.
All for now,
All my love,
Onward.
-m
Photo of me living my best “Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada (but not actually) life”, furry jacket and big glasses and all.