The Art of Flying
I just turned twenty.
I am not sure how I feel about that. Aging is this inevitable process that just seems to happen. Twenty, I decided was a perfectly good age to use as a milestone; like a pitch fork in the road of life where you stop and decide where you will go next. But then again, I do that with every birthday…
The days at work just seem to get longer and longer... They consist of going to class and then out to lunch meetings, or work reading though morning papers, reviewing and writing critiques, making calls, and drinking lots of black coffee. I get home around six, seven or sometimes later with nut grafs, ledes, deadlines, and broken copy machines pushed so far up my ass I think my head will explode. I do love the thought of driving company cars, handing out business cards and constantly scribbling in a four by eight notepad and so quitting does not pose itself as a viable option- learning to be more efficient, shutting up and growing up however, do. I have been very fortunate to have a beat where I learn something new everyday and get excited to share it with the public. A co-worker and friend of mine share the same feelings and we have become closer because of it. On Fridays, we started a tradition of finishing our work by a certain time and spending the rest of the day shopping and enjoying ourselves. I almost forgot how good it felt to leave work before the sun went down. Driving away, leaving messages, e-mails and files at work and just leaving it all behind…
The past week and the next two will be devoted to creative projects I am taking the initiative to work on and complete. I am currently in the process of writing a 100-inch story on the hot topic of “oil.” I’m splitting it into three parts: oil availability, gas prices and renewable energy and alternatives. I went to an interview on byproducts and alternatives and there was a lot of technical science terminology. By the end the photographer was like “I didn’t understand anything he was saying!” I am also working on a human interest piece on homelessness. I went around this afternoon and interviewed people on the streets and was taken aback at their openness to speak to me. I still have many more interviews to do on both stories. It feels very fulfilling to have an idea and see it take off in flight. I recently voiced an idea to start up a women's magazine. The older I get the more low-flying my dreams become- some even crash and burn. This could be another flight 1203, but the idea is too good not to put into the air. Elbow grease and wings is all it needs...
I am not sure how I feel about that. Aging is this inevitable process that just seems to happen. Twenty, I decided was a perfectly good age to use as a milestone; like a pitch fork in the road of life where you stop and decide where you will go next. But then again, I do that with every birthday…
The days at work just seem to get longer and longer... They consist of going to class and then out to lunch meetings, or work reading though morning papers, reviewing and writing critiques, making calls, and drinking lots of black coffee. I get home around six, seven or sometimes later with nut grafs, ledes, deadlines, and broken copy machines pushed so far up my ass I think my head will explode. I do love the thought of driving company cars, handing out business cards and constantly scribbling in a four by eight notepad and so quitting does not pose itself as a viable option- learning to be more efficient, shutting up and growing up however, do. I have been very fortunate to have a beat where I learn something new everyday and get excited to share it with the public. A co-worker and friend of mine share the same feelings and we have become closer because of it. On Fridays, we started a tradition of finishing our work by a certain time and spending the rest of the day shopping and enjoying ourselves. I almost forgot how good it felt to leave work before the sun went down. Driving away, leaving messages, e-mails and files at work and just leaving it all behind…
The past week and the next two will be devoted to creative projects I am taking the initiative to work on and complete. I am currently in the process of writing a 100-inch story on the hot topic of “oil.” I’m splitting it into three parts: oil availability, gas prices and renewable energy and alternatives. I went to an interview on byproducts and alternatives and there was a lot of technical science terminology. By the end the photographer was like “I didn’t understand anything he was saying!” I am also working on a human interest piece on homelessness. I went around this afternoon and interviewed people on the streets and was taken aback at their openness to speak to me. I still have many more interviews to do on both stories. It feels very fulfilling to have an idea and see it take off in flight. I recently voiced an idea to start up a women's magazine. The older I get the more low-flying my dreams become- some even crash and burn. This could be another flight 1203, but the idea is too good not to put into the air. Elbow grease and wings is all it needs...
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