im not convinced this wont kill me one day
to add a little depth
I can not believe that this is where my life had ended up. I’m on the cusp of a journalism career at one of the biggest news organizations in the world. And it’s the public broadcaster of Canada, and just by working there the past few months, I know I can trust their ethics and standards when it comes to delivering stories and news.
I have friends who reach out to me, they are smart, and unbelievably funny, and they care for me and are thoughtful. I truly did not think I would ever, in my life, have friends like I do now. I had absolutely given up on that.
It came when I had truly given up.
I’ve received 3 bursaries while in school. Because… what the fuck, Im talented? Or something? I mean, yeah, but fuck it’s hard to give myself credit. I am working on that.
I’ve spent the summer with my friends, travelling this wonderful province.
I saw Radiohead in Montreal a couple of weeks ago. One of the best concerts I’ve ever gone to.
I’m starting on Weekend Mornings next week, the local music radio show on CBC Halifax.
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Guys, a year ago, I hadn’t even started school for what I’m doing now. I had yet to meet any of my friends I have now. And I was merely a waitress.
Life offers you chances. Take them. Know them.
but today - i’m listening to a radio show my friend made me for my birthday. It still makes me howl with laughter. I have the best fucking friends, man.
update
I’ve been working with CBC for the summer and i’m making the most money I have ever in my life, by a long fucking shot, too. It’s fucking… wack?!
I’m in a pressure cooker of stress and anxiety. Pitch meetings every morning and fucking CALLING people on end and meeting new people and telling their stories. It’s amazing but shit it does not coincide with my anxieties.
But I started this because I want to get better. I want to change. I don’t want to be crippled in fear before making a phone call.
This job has been terrifying.
But I don’t want to be comfortable, anyways.
I just want to be better than I was yesterday. And I always am.
My Brain: Eat
Me: Okay, what should we make?
My Brain: No make!!! Only eat.
(via mauri-cix)
"Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence."
Henry David Thoreau (via quietlotus)(Source: quietlotus, via nutopiancitizen)
