So, as promised, here’s my story in a nutshell.
I’ve spent the last 10 years of my life as a journalist and
communications professional. I spent about five years as a reporter and editor
for daily and weekly publications in South Carolina, Maryland and Virginia. I was
living the life I’d dreamed of growing up, but discovered much to my dismay
that the industry I had so admired was no longer. Budget cuts, smaller staff,
and increasing pressure to break even led me to the painful conclusion that it
was time to move on.
Sometimes the best things in life come to us when we’re not
even looking. That’s what happened when my current job literally fell into my
lap. I applied, thinking I had nothing to lose, and next thing I knew I was
beginning a new phase of my career as communications manager for an order of
Catholic priests, the Redemptorists.
I was nervous and excited all at once. I’d never held a job
outside of a newsroom in my life. But from Day One I know that I’d made the
right choice. And, to my surprise, I realized I didn’t miss the newsroom half
as much as I thought I would. Life was going swimmingly until about a year
later.
I still loved my job, loved my apartment, loved being close
to family and friends, loved my church and other activities. But something was
missing. I was restless and didn’t know why. Well, I knew why. The question was
whether I was willing to finally wrestle with that “why.”
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