Whenever you need me, I'll be here. That's right, it's your old AuntSue, again. While I might have stayed out of your notifications, I've always got my watchful eye on your successes and failures.
Your AuntSue is still waiting on a couple of likely rejections and is reckoning with her place in a world that evaluates "fit" from paper, but the camaraderie you all have shown is a balm for my aching professional heart.
For those with a pile of interviews, iron your blazers and sweatpants and lock your cats in the bathroom, you've got to give this your all. For those who have found themselves with nothing but rejections, ranging from heartfelt to downright dismissive, cry for a bit, wash your face, and then get started on a new game plan. Your AuntSue promises that this isn't the end of the world, even if it might feel like it right now. Regardless, I wish I could pull each of you into my bosom for a Dec. 15th hug.
As always, I'm SO EXCITED for every single one of you, interview count be damned.