When I was 8 years old, I decided that I wanted to write for a newspaper.
Now, this career decision came from a long list with choices like Princess, Astronaut, Actress and more. But journalism seemed to follow me around until I was in college. And even when I got to college, I tried to dodge the field and do something else. Things like law, computer science, counseling — careers that sounded more promising and rumored to have a bigger pay out.
But nope, my first big girl job was a “journalist” for the largest newspaper in the state of Hawaii. At the age of 23, I achieved a goal I made when I was 8.
I loved this job and my time at this company, but it got to a point where I started to think, “what now?” And I continued to think this and then the weekly routine just got mundane and gray and I needed something more. This led me to perusing job boards online, contemplating going back to school and asking myself, “what’s next?” at least 10 times a day.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my next career move, and a lot of time praying about it. I told my connect group that I’ve been “binging on Jesus,” because I really had no idea what I was supposed to do next. For the longest time I wanted to be a pilot — a job that would allow me to travel whenever and where ever I want, a job that had a helluva pay out, and heck, flying is fun!
And for some reason I keep putting this option on the back-burner, too. Using the high cost of school as an excuse. Which leads me to my newest venture: finding a way to be some type of business owner. And with my new job that I’ll start on Monday, I can tell you that I’m really excited because this could be the first step.
Through lots of prayer, devotion, stressed out evenings, conversations with my parents and my boyfriend, I think I am making the right move.
Thus, it is time to move on from MidWeek. My first big girl job. A job that opened my eyes and taught me the process of producing kick-ass publications each week. I’ve had so many awesome opportunities here. I got to write about the coolest and latest restaurants, and eat there, too; I made some amazing friends who I will miss seeing everyday; I learned how to communicate, verbally and through writing; and I really think that my writing skills improved tenfold. This office is like family, and I will miss it.
But like most things, my time here has come to an end. So to MidWeek, thanks for the memories and the lessons learned.