For the last decade, I have been a thriving woman living in Los Angeles. Every day I woke up with zeal, ready to explore different avenues and create art based on what I saw, always up for the challenge of trying something new. Until one day, a pandemic struck, leaving my various sources of income unviable. Because of that, I put my résumé up, crossed my fingers and started job hunting, but a largely varied job history and no in person interviews (which I typically excel at) meant I wasn’t even getting past the first stage to a callback. It was a tough time, reevaluating everything I had spent over 10 years cultivating. I felt like a failure. Because of that, I fell into a state of worry. I spent a couple of days, a week, a month in this state, hoping for a lifeline, before I decided to take my fate back into my own hands. I went on a search for a new career, something varied and fun like I am used to, but with more stability. I took personality tests, asked my close friends, even consulted something called my “natal chart” in an effort to exhaust all resources Google provided me. I looked for industries that were growing, and jobs that would stretch both my creative and analytical muscles, and I found digital marketing, a mixture of analytics, creativity, and psychology, all things I am interested in. Ever since then, I’m hopeful for the future and excited about what is to come.














