"so, don't freak out.."

I'm bandwagoning a little bit with this, but I died. Made by Hunter Public Relations, this video is hysterical.

            

anticipation.

Pinterest.

I can't decide if I get more excited about Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week because of the amazing collections that will be influencing our sartorial decisions for months, or because of the behind-the-scenes planning, promoting and overall production of the whole thing.  Nothing makes me more excited than seeing my Twitter feed awash in #MBFW tweets, designer blogs laughing at crazy show requests, and then signing onto the WSJ and seeing a behind-the-scenes, day-in-the-life-of -esque article on one of the power house women behind the shows.  The anticipation is half of the fun, no?

DKNY PR Girl.

DKNY PR Girl.

Oscar PR Girl.

took the midnight train goin' anywhere.

As long as I can rock this, I don't care what I do. Ha.. jk. yeah I do.

I’m always envious of those people who know, while in college, exactly what they want to do when they graduate and have a game plan for getting there.  I started out college as a pre-med student, with hopes of being in dermatology.  But since I spent the entire class period in Biology 203 (at 8 am, for two hours every. Monday. Wednesday. and. Friday.) with my BlackBerry hidden under the lab table, scrolling through CNBC’s tickers—and literally watching the market crash before my eyes—I knew that this was not the place for me.  I never really gave a thought to what I wanted to do.  Everyone around me wanted me to go into medicine—some were people around me who thought it’d be a cheap way for them to get their plastic surgery, others were family and teachers who were super encouraging.  If I had given even two seconds’ thought to my “calling”—what God wanted me to do—I would have not spent a completely miserable semester wondering why I hated what I thought I was supposed to be doing forever.  Thankfully, I wised up and headed over to the business school and signed myself up for what has been the most challenging time in my life.  Hard. Stuff.  Not for faint of heart (shout out to Belski here).  But I love every. grueling. minute.  Despite this, I still honestly have no idea where I want to go after my Super Senior year, once I graduate as a full fledged business woman.  I love PR, I love advertising, I love branding, I love people.  I love sharing the things I love and am passionate about with people—so I feel like I’m on the right track.  I have a list of dream jobs a mile long, and I dream of living and working in Mountain Brook; but I still have no idea where my life will lead—a completely terrifying thought if I think about it for too long.  So, to those people who have it figured out, kudos to you! You are a million steps ahead of me.  Until I’m there, I’m gonna stay in a constant state of prayer and hope that God uses the gifts He’s given me to glorify Him and help others.  Lord only knows where this journey will take me, but I can’t wait ‘til my stilettos hit the pavement on their way to wherever I'm goin'.  

Title cred: Only fitting that Journey title a post about.. well.. journeys.