Six years into a successful career in PR, with amazing friends and family and my sweet dog napping next to me, I have a lot to be grateful for.
I have always been driven, and am proud to say I’ve worked my butt off to get where I am today — from my professional position to my Toronto apartment and my rescue pup, Moose.
That’s why I was pretty shocked to find myself on the eve of my 28th birthday in tears. Not happy tears. More along the lines of, “What the hell am I doing with my life?” tears.
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