So I haven't really given up this blog.
Just a little gap while I transitioned between worlds, sort of like the communications blackout period the space shuttle goes through when it re-enters the atmosphere. Now leaving Baby Land and re-entering Career Land.
Except the Career Land I returned to is vastly altered. It is now not so much Career Land as What I Do For a Few Hours Away from Baby Land. It feels strange. Not bad. But awkward. Fake. It's so much harder for me to get excited about the big world things a newspaper editor is supposed to get excited about, when what I'm really thinking of is what's going on in my own little Princess' World. It's getting a little easier. But it just doesn't feel like it used to.
But here's the bonus: Nothing, I mean nothing, fazes me. Somewhere during my second week back, I ran into one of those days that used to steamroller me. News happpening everywhere, half the staff on vacation, my boss out of town, my assistant editor booked with a Sunday project. Lots of potential to screw up and do so very publicly. And then suddenly, as I took yet another call while I watched my second line light up with one eye and with the other watched the photo editor wildly gesturing at me, it hit me: I was just as calm as I was any other day.
No little tummy depended on whether I got it right. No little face was going to light up with joy if I did a good job. No little brain was waiting for me to teach it something.
Crazy day in a newsroom? Piece of cake.
Bring it on.
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