It's becoming a record to update this blog once per year. That's depressing, but somehow satisfying.

In case anyone was wondering, I found a job in NY a couple of weeks after I posted my last entry (called "Job Hunting"). It's not in the music industry, as I'd hoped, but it's close. I'd like to say that all the networking I did during school finally paid off, but honestly it was probably more my extra-curriculars that got me where I wanted to be. Thanks, Hanson. I can't believe I put myself through all that hell during school, and I can't believe I flew up in between classes-twice-to NY to interview at a total of TWO companies (one of which was Creepy McCreeperson), but I guess it paid off. I work at a digital marketing agency with mostly Broadway clients, which is awesome. I get to organize promotions and be creative, strategize how to target demographics, and see free shows. My favorite currently-running show is probably Spring Awakening, but Passing Strange remains at the top of my list of shows I've worked on. So much beauty, so much passion, so much art, so much truth. Incredible show.

Brandon and I are engaged. We're hitting five years in November, and he's starting at Columbia's seminary school next week. No, I didn't decide to marry some Bible-thumping, religious zealot (though wouldn't that have been ironic?): he's going to be a professor. That doesn't stop anyone at my office from calling him a "missionary." Uh, okay. Fingers crossed that graphic design freelancing will take him through without much debt as he enters the never-ending cycle of grad school...

Still, I can't help feeling somewhat unfulfilled. All I do is work, without anything else going for me. I'm considering going back to school for an MBA, but entertainment law has also crossed my mind, as has the New School's Media Studies MA program. Then there's the fact that I really, truly, and passionately miss music and PR/publicity. My company may expand to music in the future, but I don't think there's any hope for PR. So I just don't know. One day I'll pop out a couple of kids and just stay at home watching Oprah while a nanny takes care of them.

KIDDING.

Losing my passion for something I was striving toward for ten years (in one way or another) has been depressing, but cathartic at the same time. I do think it will be back, as it comes in cycles, but I think it's par for the course given the way that passion has positively affected my life. I am where I am, and I am at ALL, because of it. But then again, perhaps God is shedding light on a path away from the worship of a false idol, away from a tree that may never bear fruit. Maybe there's a new plan... or should be.

Anyway, hope everyone's doing well (whoever reads this), and that this update was sufficient as I ignore this page for the next year. Kiss kiss, hug hug, and all that baloney.