From the desk of an editorial assistant…
Like an overdue coffee break or mind-blowing sex, all great things must come to an end; one of those great things being yours truly, as I step down from my desk to move on to greater things. I’m off to seek the perfect man (in uniform, duh!), start an anti-pants movement and become a full-time advocate for the curvy woman. What job title holds all those wonderful qualities? Who the heck knows? I have no plan for my life after this desk.
Is that a crazy idea? Have I completely lost my marbles? Maybe. I’m leaving my safe home to experience what it’s like to live on the edge (skydiving, anyone?). I’ve always had a plan, a mission to accomplish, and turning to all of you for advice about everything from weddings to crises, happily never afters to confidence coaching. But now I’m ready to try something new (PDA? Possibly. Boat shoes? Never ever!) with nothing particular in mind but what you have taught me.
I would like to thank every one of you, my fabulous, faithful readers for your insightful advice, brutal honesty, even the opposing views; it has helped me immensely as a writer and a person. So without dragging this on (because I might tear up), I’ll catch ya on the fab side!
Don’t cry, Shecksters! We wouldn’t leave you hanging! We have another awesome editorial assistant lined up for your normal Tuesday dosage.
GIRL TALK TIME: Have you ever taken a risk and moved on—to a new job, career, city, guy, whatever? Tell us about it. Was it a great decision or something you regret?