Work that represents our values is hard to find. That’s not a proverb—it’s a fact. Sometimes, it feels like I work at the only purpose-driven company in the world.
I applied to BrightHouse two years in a row before I got in. It was the only place in the world I wanted to be. Now, years out, it’s a cute origin story. But when those rejection emails hit my inbox, it felt like the light at the end of my tunnel had gone out. For his part, Eric gave up his job to move to Atlanta so I could work at BrightHouse. He interviewed dozens of times — I think more than 40 — before he found his safe harbor.
When people write about career struggles, they love writing in the past tense. We want to be the heroes who have already killed the dragon and are headed home. But with job hunting, it feels like we’re not the heroes. We’re the dragon. I don’t know what to do when desperate love letters fail. I don’t know what to offer the dreamers who want to work at BrightHouse and get turned away.
But I do know that we are bigger than our entry-level dreams. Our light is our own. And we will be forever blind to it until we find the one who needs our help, and make the world move for them.