note

by jenniferbalboa

Today is my first rest day from a three-week marathon work for the magazine I’m leading.

I wrote my first ever editor’s note last night. I wanted it to be inspired. But I’m afraid it wasn’t. Heavy days of work and recent challenges with the editor at the website have beaten me up good lately.

And more than that, I did not want the note to be my weepy account of how I got into La Salle, how I struggled to stay during the dark hours.

And I wanted to write about how I got in not out of being privileged but out of hard work. It was a choice. But I had to skip that too, because that would still inevitably turn the note into a confessional.

So I decided to simply quote Finding Forrester: “Losing family obliges us to find our family. Not always the family that is our blood, but the family that can become our blood.” Those who know me best should know that those lines pretty much sum it all up.

Alright. I have one night of rest before diving into work again. I will sing along with her tonight –

I am getting that birthday guitar, and my rest nights shall be nights of song.

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