MEMPHIS, Tenn. (localmemphis.com) – One part of my daily routine is checking an app called Timehop. The app tells me I’ve checked it 962 days in a row. I’m very committed.
Timehop keeps track of all your social media posts, and then gives you reminder of what you were doing/talking about on each day over the years.
For example, on this day a year ago I was eating bagel bites.
On this day seven years ago, my washing machine broke.
On this day nine years ago, I had drawn a lightning bolt on my head and attended the premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One.
On this day ten years ago, I had my Yale college interview. (Hey 17-year-old Jessie, heads up! You don’t get in!)
You get the picture.
So over the weekend, my Timehop app alerted me that eight years ago I found out I’d be interning for NBC at the Olympics in London. That internship was one of my top-five life experiences and I reflect on it frequently, but this year’s Timehop reminder got me thinking…
I was one accidental rejection away from never meeting my future husband.
It was the spring of my freshman year at USC when NBC came to campus to interview potential Olympics interns. I bought my first pencil skirt for the occasion, and I wore business-lady heels that were like a half-inch off the ground, but the most uncomfortable shoes I’ve ever worn.
I had blisters, but I crushed the interview.
We were told we’d find out who’d been selected sometime in July.
The day came where we were supposed to find out, and I was on an airplane. I was so anxious that I bought in-flight WiFi, and I refreshed my email no less than 572 times.
The email finally came about a week later: “Thanks for your interest but…”
I. Was. Crushed.
No, really crushed. I cried for days. In my little young pea-brain, getting rejected meant my future in sports was over. I turned all my energy to trying to intern for Chelsea Handler’s show at E!
Hard pivot, I know.
Life went on. My sophomore year started at USC. I was minding my own business in class one day, sitting next to one of my best friend’s Paige (who’d been selected as an Olympics intern), when my phone rang.
It was a NYC area code. It was either a robot telling me my credit was doomed, or it was someone interesting.
I left class to call the number back.
It was the man from NBC who had interviewed me back in April. He told me he was so sorry, but there had been a mix-up. I had been sent the wrong email.
They still had a spot for me in London if I was interested.
I scrapped all my plans on the spot and committed to going to London for the 2012 Olympics. It turned into one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life, and it’s a huge reason why I continued to pursue sports broadcasting.
On my third night in London, I met a boy named Chris. He was an intern, too.
This past spring, we got engaged.
So, a couple of lessons here:
- Life has the weirdest, funniest way of working itself out.
- Not all rejections are final.
- Sports rule.
- I probably wouldn’t have met my future husband at a Chelsea Lately internship.
- No, Chris and I haven’t set a date yet, so stop asking.