I woke up late today.
As I was scrambling to get a cup of coffee, figure out what to wear and run out the door, I took a moment to stop.
I listened to the rain.
I sat down and realized that running late isnít all that bad. It wasnít bad at all.
As the rain fell I pondered the millions of people who donít have clean drinking water.
While thinking about what to wear I realized that there are millions upon millions of folks who do not have a wardrobe to choose from. Some kiddos wear the same untidy clothes to school each day, if theyíre lucky enough to go to school.
Once I figured out what I was going to wear I said out loud to myself, ďWait, do I wear socks with heels since itís raining? Is that weird?Ē
Ö I did it anyway. Iím weird and embrace that. After all, musician Michael Franti says ďAll the freaky people make the beauty of the world.Ē
Okay, so here I am. An hour late, on New Berlin Gazette morning. Rather than rushing and adding more stress to my already stressful life, I opted to sit and breathe.
I chose to be mindful.
I grabbed a coat, even though I donít wear coats. I grabbed an extra pair of socks, that happen to be brand new since I just bought a pack. I grabbed a sweatshirt.
I realized that I have no idea who I will cross paths with today, and who might be thinking, ďMan, I wish I had some dry socks.Ē
Now, Iím not going to get all political with this, because I could, and argue that said person with wet feet should go buy their own socks, but come on now Ö weíre all human, and a pair of socks (likely) hasnít hurt too many people.
I grabbed everything I needed for the day, plus an extra notebook in preparation to sit in on the murder trial thatís currently underway, and got to my car.
I started it and the gas light was on. My car predicts 30 miles to go until empty. Yes, yes Ö I know itís not good for your engine to let it get that low, but hey Ö Iíve been busy.
Rather than freak out about the fact that I have minimal gasoline, I took in a breath of gratitude.
I walked out of my house. Think about how many people sleep under bridges or on sidewalks. I have a roof over my head and a dry place to sleep.
I left that home and walked to the car I own outright and even though it doesnít have much gas, itís more than so, so many people can say.
During the 20 minute drive to the office I thought about everything I would have to get done in a shorter window of time than usual. I refuse to be late on deadline, regardless of if Iím late or not.
Then, I realized the date. Today is September 30, 2015.
Today marks my two year anniversary as Managing Editor of Chenango Countyís Hometown Daily: The Evening Sun. And while yes, every couple months I might oversleep and arrive to the office late, I have a job. The best job in the world. I create. I write. I make white space disappear, and add some in when I want wiggle room.
I get to make blank pages every day. I then fill those blank pages with content. National content, Staff Writer content, contributor content, and occasionally my own.
My first call every day at the office is from a funeral director. This is something Iíve come to expect and itís been normalized. Itís helped me to realize even more that weíre all going to die, and learning how to live for a living is the exciting part.
So here we go, two years down, which is 522 newspapers, two Progress Chenango sections and countless other feature sections Ö here I am.
A little late, but ready to take on the world.