Not the Editor

Monday I lost my job. After six and half years of dedication, I was stunned. But I guess it’s a sign of the times. A lot of people have been losing their jobs.
Now when I walk downtown, I no longer need to bring my digital camera and little notebook tucked in my pocket ready to jot down notes and take photos and video in case there is a story in the making. To think that I went back to work within days of getting out of the hospital after my accident and that I actually went to the Loews Hotel party celebrating the Extreme Home Makeover wearing my Miami J neck collar brace and doing interviews just so I could post something on the website the next day. (Now that is dedication for you.) Now I no longer need to be on the lookout for promising writers who will pen interesting articles for very little financial renumeration. I no longer need to fret and worry about impending deadlines.
I can just relax, spend more time with my family, take a deep breath, and think about what I really want to do next. That’s a good thing.