End of the line

Good luck on your new life Dixie.

And you have my sympathies. I've been there. Recently.
In fact, Tuesday of last week was my one-year anniversary in my new job/career. It was a MAJOR career shift, when you consider I'd been in newspapers since junior high (editor of my JH school paper, sports editor of my HS paper), did it for the nine years I was in uniform and seven years after that.

Now I'm an outsider, too, although I use this board and stringer jobs to keep my hands limber. Otherwise I'd go crazy.

The plus side? The day I stepped foot into this new company/career, I was probably the best writer in the building. Now everyone has me writing their promotion evaluations. Take advantage of your skills.

 

Wait. You had a JUNIOR high newspaper?

 

Yep. It was called The Brand (we were the Stovall Steers).

 

Only two things come out of Stovall -- steers and queers and I don't see no horns growin out of you, boy...

 

This is better writing than I've read in any newspaper today.
Just sayin'

 

Dixie, I kind of know how you feel. While I'm still in journalism, months ago I switched to news to move into my dream location. There are a lot of times when I miss it.

That said, the life I've got now trumps the one I had when I entered 2006. And I wouldn't trade it away.

Good luck in whatever you do. And by all means, don't become a stranger here.

 

Dixie, I know how you feel.

I had a shitty ME at my last paper, and after developing migraines, gaining 50 pounds due to stress and falling into a nasty depression, the ME pulled a shitty power trip on someone very close to me, and I quit on the spot in Febuary.

That night, I went to help one of my buddies cover a game (I wanted to go, and kept pretty good stats), and it was a weird feeling knowing that I wasn't doing this again.

It was really sad, but I was so angry it didn't matter. I'm much happier now.

 

you can keep stringing but it won't be the same. after i left the business and before i started law school i did a bunch of stringing because i still enjoy covering games. it was fun but a small part of me was jealous that everyone else in the press box was going to be at the next game or at practice the next day and i wasn't.

 

I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone

I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on

 

ARTIST: Traveling Wilburys
TITLE: End of the Line

Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, doing the best you can
Well it's all right, as long as you lend a hand
You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring, at the end of the line
Waiting for someone to tell you everything, at the end of the line
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow'd bring, at the end of the line
Maybe a diamond ring

Well it's all right, even if they say you're wrong
Well it's all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it's all right, as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it's all right, every day is just one day
Maybe somewhere down the road a way, at the end of the line
You'll think of me and wonder where I am these days, at the end of the line
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays, at the end of the line
Purple haze

Well it's all right, even if push comes to shove
Well it's all right, if you got someone to love
Well it's all right, everything'll work out fine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line
Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive, at the end of the line
I'm just glad to be here, happy to be alive, at the end of the line
And it don't matter if you're by my side, at the end of the line
I'm satisfied

Well it's all right, even if you're old and gray
Well it's all right, you still got something to say
Well it's all right, remember to live and let live
Well it's all right, best you can do is forgive
Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, even if the sun don't shine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line

 

My dad was a professional journalist from June 1949- November 2000. I think about that sometimes.

 

The beauty of writing is, you'll never have to get completely out if you don't want to. The curse of writing is, you may never be able to completely get out.