The New Yorker
If I had to pick a publication that represented all the cool
intellectual kids and me, it would be
the New Yorker. Everything about its
influence is metro and retro reminding me of my foundation for curiosity,
creativity, and independent thought as a kid.
Recently I had an assignment in my communications class to
apply for a dream job or opportunity. I
chose The New Yorker. It’s a brand with
a meaningful past and promising
legacy. Every contributor is brilliant
in their own right, and both the contributors and guests featured are an instant authority. Most
importantly, although it is the Sunday Paper meets Life magazine, they do an
extraordinary job of keeping the humanity and intrigue in the message and the
work of structured journalism. You could call it “creative non-journalism.” It’s audience and its core values are things
I wholeheartedly align with.
Although the majority of its consumers are liberally minded,
I feel the core is a group of rational moderates that love intrigue, debate and
good humor. This is how I identify in my
adult form. Responsible, academic, and
full of sarcastic humor.
For me, it’s about introspection. Through every story and perception, my world gains
clarity with improved insight. This is who I want to become more of. The person that cuts the light of “truth/clarity”
on for people. The person that inspires you to look a little
closer and listen with a little more intent.
The person that also gives you hope and makes you laugh in gratitude through
it all.
Never in a million years would I have thought that
journalism, or a blog/podcaster/influencer role would be in my future, but here
we are in 2024. I always knew that I would be a writer and a speaker. I’m just
not sure I understood how I could market those skills and realize those dreams.
Just like with the audience of The New Yorker, you don’t
have to be from NYC, you don’t have to have it all buttoned up and polished
out. You just need a skill that you are
relentless about sharing and work at perfecting that skill every day. Eventually our gifts will bring us in front of the right people
at the right time, and unexpected blessings/opportunities will befall us.
Think about NYC. Anybody
can make it in NYC. It is a city of
dreamers. It is a mesh pot of diversity
and authenticity at the same time. As
chaotic as it is, it just works, and there’s nothing like it. More importantly now, more than ever before,
I look inward to understand what is ahead. During this season of my life, winds
of change are blowing in mass proportion around me. Life is uncertain. I know that like a unicorn,
I’m unique for a reason. I know that I’ve been given a set of
thoughts, and those thoughts deserve my voice, and my voice deserves an audience
that only I can impact, and that impact will be global.
Amid changing times, and duplicitous interest and strengths
of others, like The New Yorker, I will emerge relevant, unchanged, and showing
up multifaceted and multidimensional to whosoever shall be the coolest of kids
and embrace me. May be one day, you’ll see
me featured in The New Yorker.
What would be a respectful achievement accomplishment for
your line of work?
What memories do you carry from your core that shape how you consume information?
What did you want to be when you grew up, and did you make
it?
When I figure this out, I’ll let you know.
Abundance Always
#lifeofbliss #thenewyorker #intellectual #sarcasm #humor
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