Ok, I’m here for another post. This is a good sign.
So what is today’s question?
What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger? Do you still feel that way now?
I thought being a reporter was the coolest job in the world when I was a kid.
I enjoyed the storytelling and covering important events. It was important work and I wanted to do it. When I was 16 years old, I took my first journalism class and fell in love. This was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
I went to college and majored in journalism. I took a job with the local newspaper during that time and fell in love even more.
I remember feeling lucky. I knew what I wanted and I was doing the damn thing.
After college, I was able to get a job at another local paper. I was getting to do what I loved, but I was also noticing something … It wasn’t about telling the story or covering the important events. It was about selling advertising, not pissing off those advertisers and the bottom line.
I often felt that I could have easily done this:
So. After several attempts at trying to make it work, and in the end getting canned – which is a story all it’s own – I decided to stay away from the journalism industry and go to graduate school to get a master’s degree in public administration so I could research and learn grant writing. It ended up being a great deal of writing. Even had a social media internship for a successful statewide political candidate. I learned a lot and have a fancy degree.
But. As you know, the economy hasn’t been great and I’ve had to settle for what I could get to pay the bill.
So, my dream job became a nightmare that’s allowed me to reset and reset priorities. I still am not sure what I want to be when I grow up now, but I know without a doubt what I don’t want! And for that, I am grateful.