I came, I saw...

I've decided to only blog weekdays as that's the only time I'm an Intern.  On weekends, well, I live.  There are nine days left before I leave my interning days behind and as much as I look forward to the future, I also look back and appreciate (yes I said it), I appreciate this year.  Firstly, the experience I gained here is like a deposit into my future and it's something that no one will take away from me. Secondly, after this experience nothing will shake me -  unless its a Balmain sale and I can't afford to buy myself at least a R3000 jacket.  I am ready to face the "big bad world" as our highschool teachers threatened us, not realizing its always been big and bad never small and good - smh! 

Seeing top career women on TV who hold powerful positions, juggle family life, go on beautiful vacations, hold together a conglomeration - all of this in their 6 inch Jimmy Choo's, is what motivates and irritates me a lot, how ironic but true.  I mean its ridiculous to hold my 2year old son, in my Gucci suit and Manolo Blahnik's for obvious reasons (stains on cashmere - not ideal) and also be a loving wife who cooks and cleans AND be the Communication Specialist in the Department of Arts & Culture (picture of me in 5yrs time) - I mean who does that except Alicia Keys in her "Superwoman" video?  But well, I also want to do it. That's why I opted for further education, not drop-out in my second year when I had 20 page assignments due every week and why I didn't leave my Internship after completing the required hours.  I was highly tempted to do all this trust me, but the "soldier" in me wouldn't allow it.  Seargent Vision is his name, and he just wouldn't dream of it.  He made me soldier on even after feeling ridiculed for being asked to scan this, print that. After being on the phone for hours persuading journalists to come to events they had absolutely no interest in attending, after distributing close to a 500 media releases, filling, answering telephones, attending industry conferences where I was lucky if they lasted 3 hours and, and. 

But here I am now, sitting at my desk, blogging about what I've labelled the saddest and happiest year of my life.  I'm actually tearing up now because I can't believe I sat it out.  Me, who wouldn't dream of not wearing perfume but didn't wear it the whole year (I did use deodarant and body spray, okay) and me who doesn't believe in hard labour and not enjoy life to show how much of a "hustler" I am and well, me, the young lady who does not sacrifice anything for her happiness.

I did all of this, and will do more to see myself in the position, the house, the cars and yes you thought right - the closet (angels singing) that I would like someday.  So this door is shut, another door is about to open.

I came, I saw, I'm leaving...




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