I Was Supposed to Be an Au Pair in America. I Ended Up Here Instead.
I was supposed to be an au pair in the United States.
That was the plan. I had applied, prepared, imagined the version of my life that would happen there. And then it did not work out. At the time it felt like a door closing. It was not. It was the thing that got me to Australia.
Australia gave me the English that changed everything. Then the marketing diploma. Then the degree. Then seven years in a marketing department where I learned how to build something from nothing. Then Portugal, Ireland, then Switzerland, then a daughter, then three books, then a copy of Maternity Abroad hand-delivered to the British Library in London with no confirmation of receipt, which I am still waiting for, if anyone sees it there please send me a picture.
None of that was in the original plan. The original plan was babysitting in America.
You tell me what is happening to my face in this picture… no idea.
I have been thinking about this a lot since I watched a reel before bed a few weeks ago. A woman was talking about luck. Most people think luck is random. I will admit I was one of those people. She said people who seem lucky did not get lucky by accident. They increased their surface area of luck. The formula: luck equals doing times telling. Doing without telling means you built something nobody knows exists. Telling without doing means you talk about things you have not made yet. Together, that is where luck has somewhere to land.
I have been doing and telling, in various combinations, since I was ten years old and told a friend about a dream I had and watched her face while she listened.
The au pair job that did not work out was not bad luck. It was the first door that sent me toward a better one. I have stopped calling things that do not work out failures. They are redirections. Every time something has not gone the way I planned, a better version has shown up somewhere else. Usually somewhere I was not looking.
I do not know what Parenting Unpacked will do after June 24th. I do not know what the next book will be, or which library will not confirm receipt of it, or which AI will compare me to which filmmaker. I do not know if the surface area will be enough or when the luck will land.
What I know is the method. Keep doing. Keep telling. When a door closes, find the one it was pointing you toward.
I was supposed to be an au pair in America. I ended up here instead.
I am fine with that.
Jessica Gabrielzyk