I’ve sacrificed a lot to get here. Not just a little bit, but a whole lot. I’ve realized that in the last few days.
It took me leaving my beloved California to get an opportunity to run with the big dogs. For that, I will be eternally grateful. Now, I get to do the pro stuff up close and personal on a regular basis. I have a team of people ready to back me up whenever I need them. If I fall, someone will catch me. If they fall, someone will catch them. These are the benefits of moving up a newspaper weight class.
But more and more, it comes to my attention the things I gave up for the benefits I have now: Writing regularly, family dinners, holidays at home, hanging with friends and the institutional knowledge of where exactly to go on a lazy Sunday for fun and lady-like trouble.
There’s no telling how many holidays I’ll miss. Or graduations (only two left in the family). Sometimes, these things sadden me. But I’m hard pressed to think of myself as the sappy type who needs pity or empathy to feel better about my situation. In this socio-economic climate, I’m doing great. And don’t even mention how well I’m doing in the newspaper industry. Let’s just say I’m blessed.
I’m reminded of how good things are often because there are some really cool perks for my job. And if I’m ever down in the dumps, those perks are more cherished than usual. For instance, I’m making my way back to California next week. But not because I’m going to see family and hang out with friends. I’ll be headed to Southern California to help cover the NBA Finals. Not sure if I did anything good lately in the office, but my number was called and I’ll be playing a role in our coverage. All under the bright lights of course.
I may even run into some of my L.A. people. That’s a two-for-one in my book. I’d say that’s pretty good for a guy who was doing little league stuff two years ago at this time.
My, how things have changed. I’d look back more, but I prefer looking forward.