Blacklisted

I was having one of those "woe is me" moments a few weeks ago. I was exhausted and adjusting to full time work life, I was feeling a bit lonely, and I was upset because I was me. I was hanging out with a friend and we walked in to my favourite magazine shop to cheer me up.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw Blacklisted on the shelf. I couldn't believe it was there - in all its physical glory - on sale along with the titles that I love.

I met this girl called Naomi in August right after my internship doing Spark. I noticed her in the sessions always looking keen to be there. Long story short, we started talking (thank you Facebook) and eventually hung out for real. We talked about ideas, culture, religion, and a mix of other topics the first time we hung out. She told me about an idea she had for a zine and then we started bouncing ideas off each other.

Fast forward to that day in the magazine shop when Blacklisted was staring at me in the eye. While I didn't really do anything for this issue except name it, I felt a sense of pride and joy. I felt so proud of Naomi. She had a vision and then she made it happen. How often have we had all these ideas that we've parked because of excuses? Not Naomi. This girl means business. I felt like it was also my baby despite not contributing anything for the first issue.

We met up this morning to discuss the next issue. We made great progress, had some tea and sweet treats, and did what we did best: throw ideas around. It was a very creative session, one that I felt like I needed to end the year in a great buzz.

I'm sitting on my bed right now and looking at the magazine for the hundreth time, enjoying every photograph and every sentence that's in it. Today I am glad that I am me and that I am someone who is capable of doing some great things. Excited to be taking on this managing editor role! Let's do this!

I was having one of those "woe is me" moments a few weeks ago. I was exhausted and adjusting to full time work life, I was feeling a bit lonely, and I was upset because I was me. I was hanging out with a friend and we walked in to my favourite magazine shop to cheer me up.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw Blacklisted on the shelf. I couldn't believe it was there - in all its physical glory - on sale along with the titles that I love.

I met this girl called Naomi in August right after my internship doing Spark. I noticed her in the sessions always looking keen to be there. Long story short, we started talking (thank you Facebook) and eventually hung out for real. We talked about ideas, culture, religion, and a mix of other topics the first time we hung out. She told me about an idea she had for a zine and then we started bouncing ideas off each other.

Fast forward to that day in the magazine shop when Blacklisted was staring at me in the eye. While I didn't really do anything for this issue except name it, I felt a sense of pride and joy. I felt so proud of Naomi. She had a vision and then she made it happen. How often have we had all these ideas that we've parked because of excuses? Not Naomi. This girl means business. I felt like it was also my baby despite not contributing anything for the first issue.

We met up this morning to discuss the next issue. We made great progress, had some tea and sweet treats, and did what we did best: throw ideas around. It was a very creative session, one that I felt like I needed to end the year in a great buzz.

I'm sitting on my bed right now and looking at the magazine for the hundreth time, enjoying every photograph and every sentence that's in it. Today I am glad that I am me and that I am someone who is capable of doing some great things. Excited to be taking on this managing editor role! Let's do this!