![]() ![]() ![]() Pay attention, because the dream will play an essential role in piecing together what all of this means.ĭuring my 15-minute walk to USC Village, I analyzed my dream. Did you think I would be chased on Fig by a UCLA mascot and not make it on Barstool or the USC Meme page?įreshly reminded of my deadlines, it was time for Dulce’s blueberry matcha latte to fuel me (no, they are not sponsoring this column, but their matcha is the last thing holding the threads of my sanity together). Sweating profusely with my heart racing faster than my approaching deadlines, I woke up. Not sure why I was the target chosen, but I kept running on the streets of Figueroa and pushing past people. I was being chased by a large bear - as if UCLA’s mascot was exacting revenge for its basketball loss to USC. It was like my deadlines and work commitments were chasing me but deadlier. But, next thing I knew, the walk turned into a run. So how did I end up with a broken toe, a missing shoe and little will to live? Let me start from the beginning. I also needed to finish work for my one of two jobs, do travel bookings and attend social plans.Īll of this needed to be done over a single weekend, because girlbosses pile on additional projects each week and only come up for air every two weeks or so. That weekend I had a documentary shoot plus editing, a short film shoot, a short film script, four papers, my journalism capstone work, internship applications, never-ending existential dread and this column to write. If you’re wondering what that has to do with anything, there’s a reason behind all these random, minute, atomic details of my life - don’t worry it’ll all make sense later. I tried to act cool and relatable by recommending the TV show “The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window,” because it was the latest trending thing I had binge-watched last weekend. I am Indian, so this was embarrassing to say the least. There was nothing truly special about the training, except I mispronounced one of my Indian coworker’s names. I woke up 20 minutes before the Zoom - not enough time to drink my Trader Joe’s matcha latte, so I made do with the mountain of chocolates surrounding the pile of books and array of random objects on my desk. The previous night, I had a glass of white wine like I do most nights to fall asleep. It was at 10 a.m., but waking up was harder than I anticipated. My day started with a Zoom work training session.
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