Becoming Samantha Jones

The first step to becoming an independent city girl is to dominate the skill of hailing a cab. You raise your hand and before you know it, you are on your way to a big adventure.


My adventure began at Lexington, the butterflies in my stomach were my only company. I was on my way to an interview for an internship with an amazing PR boutique. My six inch heels tapping against the cab’s carpet, the only thing that calmed me down was the amazing city view.

Before I knew it, I was sitting on a dark grey couch, watching the minutes pass by slowly. The office was empty and the sound of a phone ringing echoed throughout the room. I kept starring at the door, wondering how hard it could be to chain myself to the it if I didn’t get it. The door opened and there she was, Diana Pope. She is a beautiful woman with a Betsey Johnson demeanor. She had a huge smile on her face, “hi, hi, hi!” she said. All I could do was smile.


I walked into her office and she scanned through my resume. “Look, you have no PR experience and that scares me. But, you are adorable, so when can you start?” It was surreal. She said that she was taken a huge risk by hiring me but she had a gut feeling about me, and I was on cloud nine.

I am typing this with a racing heart. I am so lucky and excited. This is not my most exciting post, or most clever one for that matter, but it’s because I am fearless. There is a Taylor Swift  (bæ) quote that is dancing around in my head, “To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”


This is one is to my fears & to yours… but mostly, to the little opportunities we have to be fearless…


– Jane Elizabeth (@JaneElizabethRC)