When You Take a Risk

Four years ago today, I started my job at a new company in Philadelphia. I had just moved to the area from my parents' house in Queensbury and was on my own for the first time since college, living in a new place, knowing barely anyone, with no clear idea what I was going to be doing or even how to survive successfully in the real world. I was barely 25, eager to employ my skills from college but I wasn't altogether sure what those were. I knew I was smart, but I didn't know just how to apply myself. I took a chance coming here, starting this new job, venturing out into the world. I took a chance, but it turned out to be a good one.

The company, back then, was called FD kinesis. We were a small marketing firm that had been acquired by a larger parent company, but the spirit of Kinesis Marketing still held strong. The five founders, all with unique personalities and charm, all had their specialties and had hired people to manage accounts and run different facets of the business. It was interesting to me to learn everyone's style and skills. I loved the days when we would all gather for a meeting or a party in New Jersey or Philadelphia, and I'd get to mingle with my colleagues from Morristown and New York. I felt so cosmopolitan, walking down to Old City for happy hours where mussels were served. I had never even had a mussel before I set foot in Philly. My eyes were being opened up to new parts of the world.

My job came with challenges. I had work and lots of it. And instead of answering to a boss, or several layers of bosses when work was piling up, I was answering directly to clients. These were very demanding clients, many of them, who all wanted things the next day or the same day, all at once, none of them knowing about the others. At my previous job, I had learned to manage my time in chunks, going methodically, quickly and accurately through monotonous work. But now, I was trying to get a grasp on new work, learn how to do it, communicate and build relationships with dozens of clients, attend meetings, as well as turn things around quickly and accurately. It was a lot to handle. I once reached out to my coworker across the room over IM, asking "What do you do when everyone wants things from you at once?" He suggested saying no. I hadn't even considered it.

Over time, I learned to temper my feelings of stress and manage my time and the clients. I found I enjoyed balancing all the different moving parts. I got good at it. I may have gotten too good at it. Because somewhere down the line, I got bored. My boss had changed a few times since I had come to the company, first FD kinesis, then FD, now FTI Consulting. And the latest boss suggested I take a look around me at what others were doing. Look into new avenues at the company. Talk to the people around me and find something I could be interested in pursuing as well or instead as a next career move.

I looked into information architecture, HTML, social media and then...I found writing. The creative team at FTI is pretty robust, but full of mostly designers. There are two writers, one of them a managing director, who when I expressed interest - excitement, delight, ecstatic joy - welcomed me with open arms. It had been almost three and a half years since I began my journey at FTI, but I finally felt like I found the reason I'm here. I had spent the past years building my skills, my confidence and my finesse with clients and colleagues and now was my chance to shine.

It's been over six months since I was welcomed by the creative team. I still do the job I was hired to do four years ago. But I am taking steps in a new direction. I'm writing each and every day, honing my editing skills, my eye for detail and my ear my voice and tone. I feel like I've learned so much even in the short time I've been doing this. It makes me wonder what I could learn in a year. Or three years.

My time in Philadelphia and at FTI has only been a small part of my life so far, and I've got a long way to go. But what I've learned since I began here four years ago has amounted to the great things that can be achieved when you take risks and work hard. Don't ever be afraid of the unknown. It's where your future is waiting.

Life This Week

Well hello there! It's Friday, one of the best of all of the days of the week. It's been a good week here for me, aside from a few little road blocks here and there. Lots going on! First of all...Tonight is the Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes concert with Dani at the Tower Theatre. We're both taking the trolley into 69th Street to meet. I have to admit - I had only heard one of their songs before buying the tickets. Now that I've investigated them a bit more on Spotify, I am not 100% sure I dig all of their music. Compared to the first song I heard, much of their other stuff is calmer and almost, blander? But then I heard the newly released sneak peek single from their new album...and it's AWESOME. So happy. And amazing. So hopefully, I will enjoy the concert tonight! And hopefully Dani will too, since she's gotta fork over forty dollars for the ticket I bought her after she drunkenly agreed to go with me back in March :)

More exciting life - we're making pizza this weekend. Yummy, yummy BBQ pulled pork pizza with ooey gooey mozzarella and white crust, per Dylan's request from the last time we made pizza. I haven't cooked up anything complicated in a while, and this definitely isn't it. But I'm excited to cook ourselves a big yummy dinner. WHICH will be accompanied by freshly baked biscuits and strawberries and whipped cream for strawberry shortcake AND some sort of cocktails, depending on what we decide to drink. I had a conversation with Mer G. about kissing skills, and whether or not being drunk makes you a better kisser or just a more confident kisser. So I talked it over with Dylan, and we're going to do a kissing experiment. After every drink, we're going to kiss, and he's going to rate it! We'll see how this goes, but I foresee it being a lot of fun.

Susan invited us to her art show tomorrow afternoon, but it's in god-knows-where South Philly, I think, and with Dylan wanting to do absolutely nothing, and his spare being on his car, and the fact that we'll probably have to drive to the airport anyway to pick up his Mom's car, I don't think we're going to make it. I want to make Susan something nice, a card or something, congratulating her on the show. I haven't seen her to hang out in forever, but I'd really like to. I think I'll make her a card this weekend, and demand we do lunch some day next week!

On another friend note, I'm sad, but I think I've lost Raquel as a friend. I reached out to her multiple times over the past few months, both just sending cute little hellos, and invitations to hang out. She IM'd me briefly after one such invitation, saying she was super busy and she'd get back to me, and the next thing I know, I'm invited to her going away party. She's leaving for Washington soon for a new job. Needless to say, I don't think we're going to be hanging out anymore, and we rarely if ever talk as it is. I think I'll have to mail Bayrex his movies back, and consider myself officially removed as a member of their group of friends. It was fun while it lasted, and I will always remember my time with them. It meant a lot to me to feel accepted in such a fun group, but those days are clearly past us. Time to move onwards and upward!

I look forward to making new friends later on in life with Dylan. Maybe friends in a new town that I move to. Friends from a class I take. Friends from my future kids' school someday! I feel like I haven't made many new friends outside of work in a long time. I guess last year, I made friends with Dani and Bryan and Alexa and Gist. But since then, my life's been pretty much full of boyfriend time. I guess I don't know how much time I would have for new friends. I have enough trouble trying to keep in touch with the friends that I do have. As Bob said, I spread myself too thin. But I definitely love new friends.

Well, off in a bit to enjoy the weekend. Have a good one all!

What Do I Love?

That was my question for today. Yesterday, I touched upon a couple of the things in this world that I like, but love goes much deeper than that. Do I love clouds? Do I love cooking? Probably! But when I think of things I love, my mind immediately goes to people. But is that answering the question? Wouldn't talking about all of the people I love be more of an answer to the question, "Who do I love?" I guess if I were to think in terms of "what" and not "who," I'd be able to come up with just a couple.

I love my body. I love making healthy decisions for my body. I love that I made the decision to start taking care of myself a few years back, and have dedicated myself to that as much as I can. I know I'm not perfect, and I know I sometimes eat dessert, and some days I don't feel like working out...and I just about NEVER work out on the weekends, but what's important is that I'm making good choices most of the time. I love my body for all it does. I know it has lots of quirks. My toe hurts in half the shoes I wear, I always seem to have a pimple on my chin, I can't seem to get my arms toned, but my body has come a long way from where it was. I love that I can run 3 miles now. I love that I can lift weights without quitting after 10 reps. I love that I use music to motivate myself when I run or circuit train. I love the feeling of getting my heart rate up, working hard, and really breaking a sweat. I love making good decisions when it comes to what I eat. I love choosing vegetables and proteins. I love that I can still eat carbs. I love that I DO still let myself eat dessert some times. I love that I can still eat French fries. I love that I've been on this journey for three years, and I am fitter now than I've been since I was 21. I love that I know so much more now about how to treat my body. I love that taking care of myself means making myself a priority. I love that I work somewhere that supports this. I love that the people in my life support me in this.

I love stars. The other night, I took a friend's daughter (1 1/2 years old) outside in the evening, and we looked up at the stars. There were a couple blinking lights from planes in the sky as well, and the whole vastness of it all really sank in. I love that looking at the stars can make me feel so small. At the same time, I love that stars show you that no matter how far away you are from something, you can still shine through and make an impact on it. I mostly love to gaze at stars. I love laying on the ground in the summer at night, and trying to find the constellations.

I love food. I love trying different kinds of food. This is so close to cooking, and kind of close to loving my body, and taking care of it. But I don't care. It must be said. I love food, and I love to eat. I love that in the past 10 years, I have added so many new cuisines to my repertoire. I love Indian food, Thai food, Japanese food, Ethiopian food, Middle Eastern food...and of course, Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Southern, and good old American standards. I love trying fresh foods. I love my organic produce delivery that keeps me eating fruit almost every day, and trying new veggies. I love everything about food, and damn is this making me hungry.

One more. I love Philadelphia. I have had such an incredible time building a life here, and find my decision to move here one of the best things I've ever done. I've never felt lacking in art or music. I've met amazing people. I've been able to branch out in terms of restaurants and plays and bars and stores. I love working in Philadelphia. I love being able to go the gym on my lunch break. I love being able to walk to dozens of restaurants from work. I love my local pub, and my daily free pint I won. I love the skyline. I love the commute into the city. I love it all.

I could go on...for ages. Maybe a "What do I love: Part II" post is in order for the future!