new/fresh/snazzy starts

Woah baby, hello! Sometimes I forget that I like to write, and when that happens I just make a lot of excuses about why I’m not writing. Like, oh, I’m really tired today, and work was tough, so I’ll just watch Extreme Cheapskates. Or oh yeah, I got a new job and start on Monday, so my mind just really isn’t there. And next week it will be Oh yeah, I started a new job this week and it’s been crazy, so yeah. And then I realize AMY–you’re being a total doofus. Just write. I make a lot of excuses, and I think that as a writer I get pretty darn good at making excuses. But I have to watch Rosemary’s Baby! It’s integral to my creativity that I watch this classic. And what I really need to do right now is finish reading The Secret History. I’ll write tomorrow. This couch really needs some bum fluffing because it’s looking dejected, and we can’t have that. And Royal really needs to be photographed right now because his nose is pink and the spot on the back of his foot is gray and adorable.

See? Excuses. I’m full of them.

The truth is, I did get a new job. One I’m wildly excited about. I know what all of you old readers are thinking–AMY YOU HAVE SO MANY JOBS GET REAL. To which I say, I KNOW, guys! I just have so many dreams. I can’t help it. Except this time I can because I feel like it’s kind of a dream job. And I plan to stay because it’s the perfect fit, and for once in my life, I feel so completely ready to be settled in something.

That being said, new jobs are exciting and terrifying all at once. And I leave my old job with much sadness–I worked with my best friend, and the team there was pretty much overwhelmingly amazing. I’ve never really left a job NOT angry at the situation, and I’m leaving this one ONLY because the perfect job happened to open up. So, this is a bittersweet week for me. The timing is weird, and I’m crazy scared to leave my comfy work family, but for the writer in me, this is the best move possible.

So, to all of you doing difficult things this week, I commend you. And I wish you the very best of luck because we are in it together. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenties, it’s that we are so much more capable of doing hard things than we really can even fathom. It’s wildly uncomfortable, it’s terrifying, and it’s disconcerting, but it’s always in you. Don’t forget that part. Because there’s really not a whole lot you CAN’T do. And I just wanted to remind you of that.

(More X-Pro 1 photos in NYC. The lat of the batch I swear.)