Saturday, June 16, 2007
I think that's doubly true when it comes to your career.
I spent the weekend at Poynter re-evaluating my life. My girl, Jessie, was serving as a guest faculty member at the summer program we both participated in. So, I hoped on a flight and decided to mooch off of her and the Institute for a few days.
The look on my former teacher's faces when I walked in was priceless. I soaked up some sun at Passagrille. And I worked.
I helped one group find their story focus and dished with another girl about racist comments I've encountered on my beat. I sat in on classes, answered questions and encouraged a student to do the stories he wanted to do -- not the ones he felt were too large to do in four days.
Being here not only energized me, but it made me look at where my career has gone. Being here reminded me of how much zeal and passion I used to have for this craft. Being here reminded me why I got into journalism in the first place.
The result? Something needs to change.
I need to tell some stories. I need to do the journalism that initially drew me to this thing. I need something that will fill this void that I've been feeling lately at work.
These three days in St. Pete were exactly what I needed to clear my head.
Now, it's just a matter of making my resolution a reality.continue...