I'm writing this from an office chair of disappointment. Surely, if I were really successful, I wouldn't be getting paid hourly to be a temp who I'm pretty sure my bosses forget about two or three times a week. I work tirelessly in the evening hours to pursue a dream. The dream started huge and vague, and over the years has been chiseled into something a bit clearer, but no less huge. I remember sitting on the swings when I was about six, pretending to answer interview questions amid flashing bulbs and screaming crowds.
"Sarah, did you have any idea as a child that you would ever become THIS famous?" I would humbly shake my head, "No, I really didn't. I just worked hard, and-"
But here is where my fantasy got stuck in a Catch-22. I did think, exactly in that moment, that I would be that famous. And so by imagining that scenario, I forever darkened my chances of humbly smiling into the camera and saying I never expected this much of a reward. I did. I still do. But there are days where it's much much harder than others.Read More