One month of answering phones, compiling media lists and commuting by foot, car, bus and train later, I've reached that terrifying point where I realize that I have no idea what I'm going to do next.
Going for a $10/hour internship would mean committing to a life of interning at a firm for at least six months, although the experience I would gain there would be invaluable in furthering my career. If I look for a real job, it might be great for a few years (and I could expedite the move out of my parents house!) but I'm afraid I'll end up getting pigeon-holed into a position that offered few opportunities for advancement.
While thoughts like this have kept me tossing and turning the past few nights, I think the best thing to do is to let things unfold organically and to not stress out about it...until I have absolutely have to. And to help me with that process, I'm going to drink less coffee, look into evening yoga classes, live out my big city dreams at the only cocktail bar in Kent and pray that providence decides to step in soon!
