*I wrote this last weekend as sort of a therapeutic exercise for myself. Since this is my blog and my space, I figured, why not post it?*
Wow. Here I am, my last day as an AP newswoman. Yes, that’s the official term.
I plan to quit tomorrow. It’s been a long trip to get to this point. All throughout my maternity leave, it’s been should I go back? Should I stay home? Should I go someplace else?
We all know how much I’m loving my maternity leave. Will I love that reality as much when it’s my everyday life? I believe I will. It feels so strange to sit here in my favorite café in Chicago and realize that something that’s been enmeshed in my soul and how I define myself is about to be gone.
It’s time for a new adventure. It’s kinda exciting, exhilarating, scary and memorable. I’ll remember this moment. I’ll look back all nostalgic and say: “Remember when I quit the AP and _____.”
See? It’s almost like a choose-your-own-ending book. I don’t have all the answers on what’s next for me, but I do know I will be happy.