Living Your Dream

Growing up in Ireland, surrounded by greenery and the same familiar faces, always somewhat suffocated me. I dreamt of the skyscrapers of New York City, the click of designer heels on the pavement strutting down 5th Avenue, the magic of the Plaza hotel and golden hour in Central Park. I spent my childhood in front of a television screen glued to every single New York cliché imaginable. My fantasies of writing for a top magazine by day (think Kate Hudson in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) and drinking cocktails on rooftops at night seemed less likely the older I got. And then it happened.
I finally graduated this year and moved to the city of my dreams with nothing more than pure ambition and a very poor bank account. As slick TV shows and movies portray, once you show up dressed well, with a few writing samples and a slightly awkward entrance, you’re bound to get the part; albeit after a complete fashion and beauty overhaul. Cue the office romance! Unfortunately it is not as easy as Hollywood conveys, which I came to learn after several months of online applications and seemingly futile interviews. As hard as it was in Ireland, NY was a whole other story. Hey Jess, it’s okay, you’re only one of one million students aching to be noticed in one of the most saturated industries in the fashion capital of the world. Sure thing, just send a couple resumes and here is your dream job. Here, on a pretty silver platter.
Looking back now, to say I was naïve is a gross understatement. Countless nights of crying to my friends and losing confidence in myself are now laughable. To live out your dreams and aspirations takes hard work, sleepless nights, and the determination to never give up. The point of this seemingly unsuccessful ramble? Although I haven’t reached the heights that I still dream of, I have finally climbed the first teeny step of the fashion industry, in a city I used to only dream about. Yes I am starting out as an intern (something unheard of in Ireland!), and yes I may have a few daily non-fashion related tasks, but overall I have achieved more than I thought was possible.
There are several posts about applying for jobs in fashion, what to do, what to wear, what shade of lipstick will show them you mean business – so why write another one? I could write list upon list directing and advising those that are on my similar path but I won’t, because firstly, when it comes down to it a future employer will not make their decision purely on what trend you’re sporting or whether you can navigate the nearest Starbucks blindfolded. What matters is you. The confidence and determination you possess in yourself and your dream. Old-fashioned grit and hard work is what will secure your success, everything else will just be a bonus.
Secondly, I write this because up until last week I was in the midst of this struggle, and reading other blogs that empathized and which I could relate to really helped. It showed me that although it is easy to forget, I am not alone. There are hundreds in the exact same situation. This is for those who are on the brink of giving up and can’t handle one more pre-interview double espresso. We’re all in this together, and for those who love a good corny cliché – “nothing worth having comes easy”. Don’t be afraid, and don’t give up.

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