Week one

I have made it one week as a journalist!
Where to start, where to start!

Well Mississipi is a state that gets bashed a lot and maybe that makes the people here a little more humble. So far I am enthralled by how genuine people here are. From politicans to grocery store clerks- everyone stops and talks to you.

When I came up here last Sunday I hit traffic escaping NOLA on I-55.When I got to Jackson I was so eager to start work that I actually called my boss and asked if I could come in on labor day. He, of course said yes. and I got to write about the shelters in the area.

I also wrote about a local bookstore that was closing, and I enjoyed these assignments very much.

Its still strange adjusting to a life with a somewhat normal schedule, taking my lunch break when I want, and the time that I have to think. Before this, I had been trying to get somewhere and be someone. I was tired of being a barista and wanted a real career.

Now I feel like the clutter in my brain has been cleared. I have this time and desire to really push myself to work hard on the task set in front me. I'll admit somedays I go cross-eyed after non stop googling and trying to understand words like millage and bonds. I envisioned myself working around the clock- staying at the office alone till late at night reading back issues of the paper.

But thats not sucess. When I take time to run, or read, or break off my mind is recharged and full of new ideas. I will get better but not all at once.

I am in a good place right now in which all the possibilties I have envisioned seem closer to reality. I feel focused and content with the complexity and roundabout thinking that my job requires.