It’s a bit hard to believe this week marks exactly two months since I began my internship at Media Maison. Aside from learning more about the ins and outs of PR, I’ve also learned more about myself in the process.
When I first moved to NYC, I told myself it wouldn’t be easy, but I also never imaged it would also be this hard to stay afloat. In the midst of pursuing my writing career (as previously mentioned), I’d also fallen into the realm of hosting/planning events, which led to a position as an events manager in a popular Chelsea gallery. After a year of internships and unfulfilling job experiences in the city, I thought I’d finally found the perfect job—a salaried position that not only allowed me to organize all sorts of events with the movers and shakers of NYC, but one that also left time for my writing on the side. At 22, it was hardly a bad gig. But life, as it always does, intervened. A few months into my cushy job, the gallery owner was forced to shut down his business due to personal reasons.
Once again, I was reduced to being just another resume lost in the mix. It was really during that limbo period that I had to reevaluate what I wanted to pursue. In previous years, I’d certainly dabbled in freelance PR (and had even gotten a few placements on my own), but it wasn’t until I lost the gallery position that it all came together. To do this, I knew I needed to start from the bottom…again. That’s not exactly easy when you’ve been out of college since 2011 and you’re bordering on 24, but there’s a silver lining after all.
As headache-inducing as PR can sometimes be (let’s be real), the beauty of the field, at least for me, is that it has helped combine three skills that fulfill me—writing (pitching and general correspondence doesn’t have to be so stale), organizing events and, of course, the task of helping a client’s product/brand name make a statement and, if we’re feeling really bold, hopefully a difference as well.