I didn’t like how news de-sensitized me. I didn’t like the ol’ boys’ club and the sexism in the workplace. I also didn’t like how the newsroom was stuck in the old ways. But escape was difficult.
Two years ago I was filing for unemployment and down to my last $1,000. Well, I turned things around.
Two, three years ago, you could find me in Manhattan, walking the red carpet at a movie premiere or at an exclusive launch party. I had a dream job. But that all changed when I was laid off by email. And I wouldn't change a thing.
If you've ever felt like you needed a vacation from your vacation (I have), try my tips on beating travel fatigue.
I came to a realization earlier this week. These expectations. Where did they come from? They were mine. I'm a perfectionist. And I put the unrealistic, backbreaking standards on myself.
I’m simply a girl, who loves to travel, who is exhilarated by new experiences and places and peoples and cultures. “Travel blogger,” that’s so cliché.