I don’t mean that in a behavioral kind of way and this is not going to be a #GIRLSTALK about how you should not put yourself out for dating that much or anything like that.
What I want to talk about in this post, is something a lot of bloggers have already mentioned: The ruthlessness of the industry.
Leaving at twelve is not going to be a Cinderella story about how I had to leave early and met the love of my life. Actually this is not even about love at all.
Except if you count work and your work place as something you love… Okay I am not talking about if or how much I love my work places either. Might get me in trouble (I’m kidding).
Some years ago I started working a few hours a week at a big company because I was looking for a job I could do while studying full time. Back then I was still working on my bachelor degree but well… working doesn’t hurt your resumé and definitely not your wallet.
Anyways, so I ended up to be a working student there with limited hours.
It is completely crazy how fast the years go by when you get older.
Looking back and thinking about 2015 I see a crazy and surprising year.
In February I came back home after my internship in Munich feeling kind of small, crushed and exhausted. Working in fashion industry was tough and I truly had to recover.