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Changes will not kill ya but makes life interesting

I am still getting used to my new reality and job. I still pinching myself because I am actually making more money and getting to do what I like.

Many of my friends and former colleagues couldn't understand why I would leave a daily newspaper for a smaller one. I will be able to write, pagnationate and have a life. I have to say it is weird getting home before dark and before 6 p.m.

I have spent the past week meeting people and doing the stories that other reporter doesn't want. But I know, the editor has high expectations for me. Expectations that include meaty stories and helping to layout and design the newspaper.

The staff is small and quiet. There were 40-something at my previous job while there is only six here. It is an nice, interesting group of people. Everything is very laid back and casual. I can wear jeans again. YAY!!!

All in all, it has been a great experience. I had a chance to write a story about 175 year old church. Instead of four school systems, I only have one. I am using my free time to revamp my apartment so it looks like a sane adult lives there instead of an obsessive hoarder. I found this really cool coffee table on clearance and put it together.

Plans for this week include covering my first school board meeting and heading down to SC to see JJ. He has been under the weather so I going to surprise him.

I am a huge creature of habit so switching jobs and coming out of my comfort zone wasn't easy. But it didn't kill and will continue to add to life adventure series.

DAILY DOSE
1. So thankful for my new job.
2. Will see JJ in four days!
3. Beginning to enjoy life again!

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  1. Sounds like a major win win situation for you. Congrats! Enjoy having more time to live life.

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