For those keeping track with us, we have arrived at our original deployment week. Unfortunately, our official passports still haven’t been issued and so unless something dramatic and sudden occurs in the next day or so, it’s very likely that we’ll still be state-side for at least another week.
I’ve been having stress dreams lately. I wake up and slowly realize that every limb and joint in my whole body is clenched or curled or clamped. The other night I had the usual series of dreams I have when I’m anxious. There is the one where I forgot to attend a university course until the very end of the semester before the final exam (it’s usually a math course), and the other dream in which adult me is the lead in a children’s or high school student play. I’ve barely glossed over the script and it’s opening night. In this particular version, it was 7:55 and the play was supposed to start at 8. I hadn’t even put my makeup on yet.
But after these two dreams, I had a third. i was back in Chiang Mai at the beginning of the school year, and my boss told me that I’d been switched to teach 5th grade. At first I was disappointed because I’ve so enjoyed working with the 4th graders. But then I realized I would get to teach the same group of mischievous, adorable kids I had last year, and I got all excited. I miss those little guys.
& the only person who cares about it is my mom.
….but that doesn’t change my happiness.
A new challenge
That’s the subject line I used when I sent a note Tuesday to the 200+ closest sources and work friends who aren’t actually part of the newsroom editorial staff. Changes are coming to my life. I’m embracing the new last name – the one no one misspells. I’m going to the almighty dark side of public relations but continuing a focus on education at the boutique San Francisco firm.
Today, a former mayor hugged me and looked at my belly. She “knew” that a new challenge meant I was about to be a mom. Ha! (To be clear… I’m not with child. But, if I look it, please let me know. I’ll get in some extra boot camp sessions.) After fighting back the desire to down a drink, I hugged her, smiled and told her about my new job.
My life change will include set hours, new responsibilities, dressing better and a different job title. The best part about the change, commuting with Chris and seeing him more often. As I get closer to my last week at the paper, there are lots of phone calls and emails. Fewer people are offering tips or requesting coverage. Many have wonderfully kind things to say about working with me. Most have questions for me.
What will I do after leaving the paper? Who will take my place? Do they know they have big shoes to fill?
It’s been quite humbling, actually.
There are many things I’ll miss about being a reporter. People look at you in this amazingly unique way when you respond with reporter as your job title. It’s as if you’re some sort of untouchable. Others think of it as scary, before I won them over with a quip about the “scary” girl before them. It always worked.
I’ll miss the frequency with which I meet interesting, noteworthy people. Noteworthy in my own mind, not by the standards of the greater public. I’ve collected interesting people during my nearly eight years with a byline at the Daily Journal.
Chris, my husband, is probably my favorite of that group. I remember seeing a cute boy at a busy bar on an assignment and thinking, “I’ll never meet him.” Now he’s a fixture in my day-to-day. Right now, he’s in the corner, gaming online with his brothers – thank you Skype.
Dana, one of my best friends, gave her support when it came to hiring me. I was a quiet intern at the time, or so she thought. She gets hitched in a couple weeks and I’m honored to stand by her side and laugh at the horrible dates and endless pitchers of margaritas it took to get to this place.
There are inspirational individuals who remind me never to stop learning or exploring. My coworkers helped me understand the necessity for joking in the face of life’s serious challenges and low moments.
I can now easily read politicians or the motives of those who call. It’s super simple to research a topic or approach a stranger with a question. There is no longer a fear of what might be shared by those I meet.
Despite years of endless questions, curiosity remains as one of my best attributes.
I still want to meet people, to learn more, to know more.
Hopefully, as a new member of Larson Communications, I’ll be able to not only continue those things but also keep up with those who have helped shape who I am now.