I'm lucky - and utterly grateful - about a lot of things in my life. But one of very best is that I'm still in love with what I do for a living: Crafting content around beauty + wellness.
That's coolio, right? After all these years?
In my sun-drenched adopted state of FLA, there's a lot of talk about "encore" careers, i.e., shifting gears from what you used to do to something else entirely.
And given the current state of publishing (oh dear...so not optimal...), I know it would be smart for me to at least think about a "second act," one that - shocker - may not be writing-related at all.
But I'm just not there yet.
And happily, I have enough percolating to push Project Second Act to the back burner.
I've been doing a lot of copywriting for my makeup client, which j'adore, major-league. J'adore the makeup, j'adore the copywriting.
I've been doing a little deep-thinking about the cosmetics industry for an extremely ranty business publication I've long been affiliated with. (Yes, I know I just ended that sentence with a preposition. I'm okay with that...)
I've been pitching in on a beauty start-up that is all kinds of awesome. More on that next week, when we zoom into beta mode.
And I've been blogging again on my other site with a renewed vigor and zhushiness. I always forget that blogging is a straight-up "what you put into it, you get out of it" proposition. Plus it's really gratifying to shine a spotlight on people, places and objets I love. Yes, sometimes I bitch and moan, but it's almost always about some dastardly crime I've committed, not someone else.
Each of these activities informs, feeds and capitalizes off the other. They're all intertwined. They're all fun. They're "First Act," not Second.