I’ve been here at The Leader now for a year and a half, and the last couple of months I’ve been asked how I like it, I suppose because I’m settled now into the job.
I love it here.
I took the position because I wanted to write. Before working here, I’d come to a point in my career where I was a managing partner for a company, and due to the CEO’s mismanagement, the company went bankrupt. The amount of stress of closing an office, ensuring the employees are paid, dealing with clients while maintaining a sense of self is difficult to comprehend, but a friend of mine likened it to catching a ride on the Titanic.
After the company closed, I took on a huge volunteer position for almost a year, while I figured out my next move.
At some point, with the recession, corporate didn’t look so pretty anymore, and I found all I wanted to do was write. Write the book I’d been promising my family, write about the train-wreck that had just happened, write about anything.
As the volunteer thing was coming to a close, I told my mother I’d rather wait tables than go into corporate again. I was going to be a writer, by God.
Well, for some reason, God must have agreed, because the next week, a notice was in The Leader. I interviewed and was lucky enough to be selected for the position.
What I love about here, besides the people and the work environment, is that I am given more or less a free reign. It is up to me what I choose to write about and it’s you, the readers, I’m interested in.
Every one of us has a story.
I guess I’ve always known this, but when you start talking with people and learn about their life, well, it’s difficult to not just stop and say, “This is important. You are important.”
I believe we get so caught up in our lives, our stresses, our heads today, that it’s sometimes hard to realize that every single being we see is a soul.
Each one of us matters.
How is it that it’s so easy to dismiss each other with a judgmental thought. You do it, I surely do it.
What I’ve loved about The Leader is it’s opened me up to possibilities and helped me to look past the outside into a person’s story.
I have to tell you, I love when you tell me you like what I write.
I read not too long ago that saying one is blessed has become an over-used term. But I am, I am blessed.