I love to write. Always have. Anyone who has taken any kind of interest – real or fake – into why I became a journalist or now a media relations specialist gets the same pat answer: I’ve known what I wanted to do since I was 12, and that was tell other peoples’ stories.
For all of our differences and everything that makes us unique, I believe – have always believed – that the one thing we all have in common is that we all have at least one story. Most of us have several. I love listening to them, and I love retelling them.
I also love to blog, and though I do thoroughly enjoy telling you all about my dating mishaps, my latest bouts with karma (oh, we’ve had some run-ins lately – I’ll have to fill you in), life with teenagers-turned-young-adults, and me just being a magnet for calamity (I’m now in a hinged knee brace for a sprained MCL – another story I’ll have to fill you in on later), there’s more I want to do.
So this year there are going to be a few changes, and I hope you don’t mind. Please tell me if you do, and I’ll take a look at things again and see where to go from there. The biggest change is that I’m going to share some of the stories I get to tell professionally on this blog. Some of you – those who are Facebook friends or followers or Twitter or tumblr followers may see them before they get here, and if it’s a nuisance, I apologize.
Please know this isn’t for me to showcase the stories I’ve written, but rather an opportunity to share the stories of some of the incredible people I’ve had the opportunity to get to know, some of the amazing things they’re doing and the incredible things they’ve gone through.
Because, really, it’s not always about me.
2 responses to “It’s not always about me”
You’re back in the chair. Good. 😀
You’re back in the blog chair. Good. 😀