PART 1: The Job I Didn't Get

Reflections on the One that got away, taking risks, and how some jobs are, nevertheless, like soulmates.

Back in my 20s, I frequently felt like my life was in a (very glamorous) holding pattern. I don’t exactly know how it happened, but in my pursuit to start my life/career as an editor, I ended up being the personal assistant to the CEO of Condé Nast. And the only reason that happened is because I did something risky/dumb/irresponsible—something I thought…