New beginnings

More than a week has past and it’s finally begun to sink in. I am not on holidays, not on temporary leave, I won’t be returning – I am no longer a working journalist. Last Thursday, this is what I was doing: As hard as it was to come to this decision, and as much as I know I will miss the great parts of this career, I cannot dwell on the past, I must move forward. And so, in what may have been the shortest retirement known to humankind, on Tuesday, this is what I was doing: New beginnings start now.

Goodbye journalism

(One of the only photos I could find of me working circa 2012) Today. Today, I did something I never imagined I would do when I first read that birthday horoscope 22 years, 2 months, and 1 day ago. A horoscope, that if I dug deep enough in my boxes of memories, I’d find still taped, albeit faded, on the front of the thick black journal I carried on my person everywhere I went as a teen. A horoscope that told me I shared the same birthday as Marky Mark Wahlberg (sigh!) and told me I was destined for journalism. Today. Today, I started the month-long goodbye to a career I forever dreamed of, a career I loved, a career I always thought would be a part of me. Today. Today, I handed in my resignation. Effective Aug. 28, 22 days from now, I will no longer be an actively …

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Gift of the gab… or not

I’m a great talker, always have been, my parents used to tease me for talking their ears off, they’d tell me to go outside and take a breath (I’m pretty sure they needed a breather from my nattering too). I love talking so much, I even entered a business where I needed the gift of the gab to get the story. And yet, when it comes to big crowds, when it comes to me standing before a class of 10, 20, 30 students (regardless of age), in front of a video camera destined for the world, and even a small wedding audience consisting of my nearest and dearest – I freak out. My hands shake, my voice quivers, my body goes into full-on sweats. Presentation speaking is NOT my thing. This week, however, I tried to quash those fears with a presentation to a mass communications class at the University of …

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Plan B: making changes

I have a bit of a secret that I’ve kept from the lot of you for quite some time, and I’m actually a mix of shocked and impressed that I’ve been able to keep it for this long. But that day has come where I must – ABSOLUTELY MUST! – spill the beans. For about a year and a half now I’ve been working on a plan b to get out of journalism. It was a hard decision at first, rife with many hems and haws and I don’t knows. I’ve always loved to write. For as long as I can remember I’ve been telling people I was gonna be a writer, and at the ripe age of just 14, I defined that focus into journalism. But the thing is, the journalism I dreamed of, and the journalism I fell in love with is no longer the state of journalism today. And …

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