If you’re on instagram–and at this point who isn’t–one of the most popular things to do is post your ‘Best Nine’ photos at the beginning or end of the year.
Full disclosure: I am technologically challenged and extremely behind on the latest trends. I still don’t get what wavy eyebrows are and I mix up the whole ‘high-key’ and ‘low-key’ and what the hell does ‘shooketh’ really mean? Obviously when I made the transition to adult I lost my cool factor. I couldn’t figure out how to come up with my best nine until I did a quick Google search and found the website here.
If you haven’t already shared your best nine, you should.
Not only was I surprised by the photos that were chosen (read: was no one really impressed by my boobs?), I felt like they showed the growth I experienced in the past year.
On June 26th, I started my first full-time staff job in television. If you or anyone you know works in TV you know what a big deal those words really are. After years of feeling like a lifetime intern, going on countless of interviews where I was rejected left and right, and freelance jobs that always ended after six months. I didn’t just have a job, I also had my own office.
A year ago I sat in a cubicle and listened to this girl trying to very loudly cast a show next to me. I also worked in retail on the weekends, holidays and whenever I was randomly let go from my TV jobs. There was no sense of calm in my life. It was: work, work, work, work for a very low wage.
I take a lot of enjoyment in having an office and waving people away when I’m on the phone to signal I’m busy. Oh! And there’s nothing better than being able to lock the door when you’re eating really fragrant food.
I’m still waiting for that $3,000 an hour raise though.
I also took the trip of a lifetime. You can check out my full posts about London and Paris here:
At the time of my trip I was earning $12/hour at my retail job, having been let go from a freelance gig. I spent two years saving for my trip, since the entire journey was based around the tickets I bought in advance for the Harry Potter Play.
I can now cross-out watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle at night off my bucket list.
This photo makes me laugh and slightly cringe at the same time. I celebrated another Valentine’s Day with my yearly heart shaped pizza.
What most people don’t know is I also celebrated the day behind the scenes with my ex-boyfriend. We were in this weird limbo of having broken up months ago, wanting to get back together and then ultimately failing.
My pizza was delicious. The company was alright but I’m a little disappointed we never did get to use the candy thong I gifted him the year before.
Shout out to my ex: you either need to return to sender or shoot me a text for one final night of fun.
…Have fun trying to figure out which one I’d prefer, thanks.
Finally, just like Stella, I got my groove back. I felt broken after my boyfriend broke-up with me but the truth is my confidence had shattered long before he said he didn’t want to be with me anymore.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment it fled but I spent the last year experimenting with my hair, playing with make-up, and tiptoeing out of my comfort zone with certain outfits.
More importantly I started to laugh again. I began to tell myself ‘ya look good’ again. I felt whole even if it was only for a few days or weeks out of the entire year.
In 2018, I’ll continue to work on trying to find out who I am but I’ll also be writing again, traveling to DC to dance with more cherry blossoms, hear the strum of the guitars in Nashville, and eat my weight in beignets. I’ll get that raise (albeit not a $3,000 one) and eat some really good pizza on Valentine’s Day (and this year I’m not sharing).
As much as things will change in 2018, I’m sure when I look at my top nine at the end of the year there will be some similarities. The same hopeful attitude will be there, along with the same cheesy smile and the same cheesy heart shaped pepperoni pizza.