After finishing undergrad in 2015, I took an office job to pay the bills and show my parents that I was going to actually be okay (trust me, there was a question). I bought some black dress pants and a few blouses, officially deeming myself ready to take on corporate America.
I could not have been more wrong.
I became depressed, gained a ton of weight, and lost that fire for adventure in a matter of months. I quickly realized that me working in an office for the rest of my life was akin to selling my soul to quite literally any higher power (including Thor). I started to brainstorm what the hell I could do to keep myself from becoming a corporate drone. During these months of feeling myself losing every part of me that I loved, Long Live Lucille was born. Or rather, the idea was. I wanted to share my thoughts with the world while I figured out what the fuck my life was supposed to be. I wanted to be honest and openly brainstorm my fate with complete strangers. Unfortunately, that doesn't pay the bills. So, I moved on to plan B: teaching.
I had always loved children, and at the time I was still coming off the high of working with children in South America and Africa during undergrad. I enrolled in a masters program and started going to night school. After a year and a half, I said goodbye to that soul-sucking corporate life and accepted a part time job teaching art and choir at a small private school in my town. That turned into a full time preschool aide position, and by the end of the school year I had a signed contract to be lead teacher. Fast forward 5 years: I lost all of that corporate weight, got married, traveled a lot, and moved into my dream home. I finally felt like I had it figured out, I was exactly where I was supposed to be doing exactly what I was meant to do.
All of that changed when I turned 30 last fall. I know: stereotypical woman turns 30 and suddenly gets this overwhelming feeling to eat, pray, love her way around the world - groundbreaking.
As the school year went on, I slowly felt myself disconnecting from this dream life I had created and worked so hard for with my husband. Finally, that stressful, challenging school year ended, summer started, and I just knew.
On 7/11 (that's lucky, right?) of last year, I resigned from my teaching position at that little, private school.
I sat around for over a week in my pajamas, smoking (too much) weed, playing a Lord of the Rings mobile game like it was my religion. Then one night, I remembered Long Live Lucille. I had picked that name for this project back in 2015 to serve as a constant reminder that no matter what I do or where I go, I am living for me: Lucille.
I want my crazy soul to live.
How do you let your soul live, you ask? You sell your house, most of your personal belongings, and you move to a new country by yourself.
I can't tell you what's next, but I'm really jazzed that you're here to follow along.
Excelsior.
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