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What jobs have you had?

Darling,

Let me tell you — my résumé reads more like a mixtape than a CV. Every track a new tempo, every beat a chapter of becoming. I haven’t just had jobs — I’ve lived lives in them.

There was the summer I scooped gelato for tourists in a polka-dot apron, pretending I didn’t mind the sticky wrists because the owner let me play Ella Fitzgerald over the speakers. I called that one Flavor Consultant, obviously.

Then came the boutique, where I folded silk scarves with the reverence of a museum curator and learned that real luxury isn’t about price tags — it’s about presence. I could tell who’d wear the dress and who just wanted to be seen in it. People told me I should’ve been in fashion. I told them, Honey, I am.

Later, I manned phones at a help desk — Customer Care Representative, if you must — but it was really just me talking people off ledges one email glitch at a time. I was the voice on the line who said, You’re not crazy. Your screen really did freeze. And sometimes, that’s all someone needs to hear.

For a while, I worked in events. Tight dresses, tighter deadlines. I danced through logistics and confetti alike, and somewhere between seating charts and champagne flutes, I learned to solve anything with duct tape, lipstick, and a clipboard.

And there was the time I tried to be an “assistant.” Darling, never again. I was supposed to take notes and fetch coffee, but all I did was rewrite their press releases in better language and accidentally schedule their meetings over sunset hour. Needless to say, we parted ways.

But the job that shaped me most?

The one where I sat at my kitchen table during lockdown with chipped mugs and half a heart, and I decided to start writing again. No boss. No clock. Just me, a pair of jazz shoes tucked under my chair and a little voice inside whispering, You’ve got something to say.

And here I am. Writing. Dancing. Blogging.

Not for a paycheck, but because this is the work that fits me like my best red lipstick — no apologies, no returns.

So what jobs have I had?

Enough to know that I don’t need a title to know my worth. And that every “just a job” taught me something about who I’m not — and exactly who I am.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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She’s seen it all — from tangled leashes to tangled emotions — and today she’s sharing another piece of wisdom for pet parents who want to do better, not just more.

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