My second job

I didn’t plan on getting a second job.

Life just nudged me there—softly at first, then a little more insistently—until I found myself tying my hair back, slipping into a different rhythm, and saying, “Hi, I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” Being a waitress isn’t glamorous the way people imagine. It’s long hours on your feet, learning to read people quickly, balancing plates while balancing moods. Some nights are loud and fast, others are slow and full of small conversations that linger longer than the tips. You learn patience. You learn confidence. You learn how powerful it is to walk into a room knowing you belong there—even if you’re still figuring things out. Honestly, I'm not even sure how I got the job. When I was getting an interview for this job I thought I did horrible but to my surprise I ended up getting the job.

See it for yourself in the video below as I share more. 

What surprised me most is how much I end up liking the job. There’s something intoxicating about the movement, the smiles, the subtle flirt of good service, and the quiet pride of earning every dollar with your own hands. I come home tired, yes—but it’s the kind of tired that says, you showed up today.

This second job isn’t about desperation or proving anything. It’s about independence. About building something step by step. About knowing I can hold more than one role, more than one dream, more than one version of myself—and still stand tall. So here’s to second shifts, sore legs, messy schedules, and unexpected confidence. 💛