I celebrated my fourth year working at The Pilot on Saturday.
Four years since I walked through the doors of the office nervous, scared and anxious.
Four years since I sat at my desk and cried wondering why they hired me.
I wasn’t a young 20-something with a journalism degree and experience. I was a 31-year-old, mother of three needing a job, sort of.
Let me explain.
When I was in high school I wanted to study journalism more than I wanted to do anything else in the world.
I wanted to share people’s stories, take photos that made people think and make a difference to just one person.
I let fear stand in my way.
I didn’t have the courage to move away from home to study journalism. So I stayed, got a diploma in office administration, got married, had children and was a stay-at-home-mom for seven years.
To be honest, I thought my dream was dead. I figured I was past the point of ever becoming a journalist.
Then a little window opened — the newspaper was looking for community correspondents — people to share birthdays, anniversaries and community news with readers.
I jumped at the chance thinking it was my way of fulfilling my dream.
Little did I know that that little window would turn into a full-time job as a journalist.
I still don’t have a degree, but I have the experience.
I have awards that show my hard work and dedication to the job.
But most importantly I’ve made a lot of great friends, told a lot of great stories and taken a lot of great pictures.
On days when I want to put my head down, cry and wonder why they hired me, I think back to meeting someone at the mall and hearing, “I read your column every week” or “Thanks for sharing my story.”
You’re never past the point to going after your goals, reaching for your dreams or pursuing your passion — so just go for it.
I think you’ll be surprised at what you can accomplish.