This October, I left my dream job at a top 5 publisher working on the literature list, having been romanced by big New York money and glitzy European travel. It took me about 4 hours at my new job to realize I had made a mistake, about 3 days to realize there was no going back and about a week to know that God, should he exist, was simply pushing me in a very different direction. One that I was meant to pursue since childhood: becoming an author and philanthropist.
As I set out on this journey, applying to graduate programs, I thought about all the young girls and women who can't even dain to get a glimmer of their dream job because they're trapped in modern-day slavery. This post is for them.