The One

Well my friends, I have reached the end of yet another internship.  Today was my last day at the fashion magazine and it was bittersweet. On the one hand, I have more time to relax, read, travel, wine and dine, but on the other hand... What's an intern without an internship?  I fear that I have become too used to the life of an intern.  I waltz in, dazzle them and then poof!  I'm gone!  What am I going to do when I have a real job?  When I sign a contract and virtually chain myself to a career that is expected to span gasp! until I retire!

I fear that all my internships have left me a bit commitment-phobic!  I am like a man who can't commit!  But how did I become such a playgirl when it comes to settling down?  I suppose I could pass the blame and use the excuse that any man with cold feet would use: I just haven't found the right one.  I know my dream job is out there and if I go through enough flings (aka internships!), I'll find it eventually!  But how do you know when you've found "The One"?  I really do believe that there is one out there for each of us!  I think mine will speak to me.  I'll arrive on Day One and say to myself:  "This is it, Ophelia!  You can stop looking!  This is it!"  (Are you seeing the last scene of just about every romantic comedy that I am picturing right now?)

Well girls, I'm ready!  This is the year, the time is now.  The search is on and I will find the job that was made for me and only me!  I may slip up and fall into another fling along the way (old habits die hard for Eternal Interns!), but I am tired of practice runs.  In 2010, I will find The One!

Gros bisous,

Ophelia