One Journalist, Times Job, 9 Stops Along the Way

When I was young, I was idealistic. I felt that the best way to position my skills was to become a journalist, exposing the evils of the world while promoting things that people need to hear.

One year and one childbirth later, I noticed that my fellow journalists were driving Pintos, Datsuns, and occasionally even bikes to work while the advertising executives were cruising in Beemers and big trucks. Need overcame ideals, and I found myself switching to the dark side.

This piece touched me because it represents what could have been had I stuck to my guns. But hey... then I wouldn't be here putting out content on these blogs!

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