The day I got laid off from my job at Martha Stewart, I was relieved. I loved the job, I really did.
But the relationship was over and I didn't know how to end it and then it broke up with me. Don't you love it when that happens?
At the time I've been also hosting a radio show for the Martha Stewart brand on Sirius XM. And then not long after that got cancelled, too.
On the day of my last show I got onto the elevator at the 36th floor and as it started to drop, I started to cry. Every floor took me further and further from what I had been: a magazine editor, a radio host, the person with the cool job to talk about at parties.
You know. And honestly I had no idea what I was going to do.
And quite frankly no one was looking for me. So, I did what anyone would do in that situation.
I was making some phone calls: “Hey, what are you up to? Did I mention I'm available?”
I needed to get paid to do something, right. I mean I live in New York City.
If you're not paid to do something, you're not going to be there very long. But this idea that I had to know what I suppose to do now, right.
I'm supposed to pursue this passion. It's just bugged me.