Somewhere between romantic comedies, Sunday family get-togethers, and the endless stream of Instagram posts these days called "soft launch," a quiet but persistent message creeps in: being single means something's missing. Your friends are going on vacation with their partners, friendship dates are turning into boyfriend/husband dates, and you feel like a third wheel when you meet up with a friend and they're there. Let's be clear: you're not missing anything. You'll think your life is still loading, buffering—so to speak—until someone drops in your DMs or swipes right on Hinge. What if that narrative is not only outdated, but also downright wrong?

Almost everyone dreams of it: stepping into the elevator, the doors opening, and seeing them milling about like a herd. "Where's the beauty product?" "Who saw the invitation to this week's fashion show?" or "Get the car ready, we're going to assist a photoshoot." These are familiar phrases in the fashion world. A world that's accessible but complex to turn into your life's work. These days, I see more fashion enthusiasts who want to turn their hobby into a job. And don't be fooled, I do too. I dream of waking up, wearing my best outfits, and seeing what's on my agenda. Should I write an article about a specific topic today or go backstage to report on the atmosphere? Unfortunately, this isn't my reality.