Labyrinth of Life

I quit my job today.

I was offered a position at a news station, and I dove for it.
Head first.

Before I was told about the opening, even before I started my internship, I was told about this day.

My mentor, who has been a journalist for over 30 years, told me to get my foot in the door by any means necessary…assistant, producer, assistant producer,ect.

I was afraid.

I’ve worked at my job for almost 5 years. In fact, I don’t remember the day, but November would have marked the fifth year.

I don’t like to jump into uncertainty. So, being comfortable at that motel gig for so long, I wasn’t sure about leaving.

When I was called into the office yesterday, after I had been persistent about my intent to land the position, I was so giddy–I’m sure the news director questioned my sanity.

Delirious with happiness, I promised them that in 2 weeks, I would be available. I planned to quit, I wrote the resignation letter, signed my name.

Today I handed the letter to my manager at my job. (I couldn’t wait until I came in on Friday, sorry!)

We held back tears as we expressed our sadness and anticipation for the future.

That was all I needed to hear.

I quit my job today.

And I am the richest I’ve ever been for doing so.

Thank You: A Note to My Mentor

I reflect on my purpose:

The people God has placed in my life between Point A and Point B never cease to amaze me. Sometimes when chance encounters turn into unexpected fellowship, I’m taken aback. Then the word comes out of that person’s mouth that I KNOW my soul was meant to hear. Once again I’m shown that He is the orchestrator of this larger picture called LIFE. I fall, am picked back up, and am reminded that there is no time to stop. Run on. It gets better.

Thank you again for critiquing my work.
Sometimes (Oftentimes) my work is my “baby” and I can’t see the flaws until others point it out.

I thank you for being an integral part of me finding my way in this life and in “the biz”.

Traffic Stop Epiphany

Today a chance encounter with a police officer about a ticket turned into a moment of fellowship.

Long story short, she asked me where I was from, and like most people, was incredulous that I grew up in Mobile/Prichard.

When I told her that two of the three women who raised me as a child were educators in Mobile,
it turns out that they tutored her children (who are now in college) when they were younger.

She held back tears as she told me how blessed I am, how teachers my “parents” touched her, her children’s , and others’ lives.

I shared my insecurities with her, and she gave me a word,
“We all have a purpose. Do something with you life while you are in this world.”

Also, “Stay away from negative people; your words and thoughts speak life and death.”

Who would have thought that a ticket I got this past weekend would turn into a meeting such as this?

I’m not sure if was this talk that inspired me, but today as I was writing, I realized that there is nothing I’d rather do with my life but to tell the stories of people.