NotesFromtheVoices

Lately, it seems like I have become the confessional for my friends. I know the secrets, fears and hopes of many people. Confession is good for the soul.  I am glad to be an outlet for them but sadly I haven’t confess much back. So I make my confessions here. I love my new job. I feel energized and hope I am making a difference. I feel like I am being challenged again. On the surface things look great but truthfully, I am scared and   I am slipping. I have lost weight. It hasn’t been a conscious effort but it has happened. I have went from a size 4-6 range to probably size four and dropping. I am not restricting and I eat two meals a day. But the meals may not be the most healthy. Being honest, the move was stressful, quick and wiped out me out financially. I am having trouble reconnecting with my old friends. I am not the same person I was six years ago when I live here. At that time, I was firmly in ED’s grip. I had pretty much decided that ED would ev...

While checking my email this morning, I came across a survey saying that being a reporter is the among the 10 worst professions to have. Whaaat!!!!!!!! According to Careercast, being a reporter is the second  worst job after being a logger. In 2013, the job of reporter was the worst job to have. Other worst jobs on the list included enlisted military, taxi driver, broadcaster, garbage collector and corrections officer. I will admit the pay could be more but overall it is a good job. Each day, there is a different adventure. Today for instance,  I have written about fire taxes, livestock and an upcoming wine and music festival. I played junior detective and helped a lady figure out my newspaper wasn’t the one that took a photo of her house being moved but another newspaper did it. And I provided her with a phone number. It seems the best job to have is to be a mathematician. To those who are great in math, yay for you. But to me this would be a...

Last weekend, I got to cross something off of my reporter’s bucket list—being able to take photos at a fire scene. It wasn’t real fire where someone lost their home. It was a controlled burn where a church donated a home for the fire department to burn.  It was a rainy day. I ended up soaked to the bone and ruined a pair of shoes but I would do it again in a heartbeat. It was nice to learn about how fire fighters trained and learn the behind-the-scenes stuff.  Plus, I got to take some really cool photos. I am really enjoying my new job. It will be a month on Friday. I hardly feel like a newbie. There was no hand holding. It was really just here’s your desk, here’s your beat and now go to work. Each day has been an adventure. But not as adventure filled as the controlled burn. I have a few, fleeting moments of “did I make the right decision” but overall, it was worth uprooting my life. My apartment is starting to look like a...