|Identity is more than just one area.|
When I went to church Sunday, someone greeted me with a, “Hey Lake City Reporter.” I responded “Not anymore. I don’t work there anymore.” It felt great to say those words. I was worried about not being a reporter anymore before leaving. What would it feel like? Would I miss it? Most of all, how would I identify myself?
In my mind I am a woman of few talents. I bombed at playing the piano. I can’t sing. Acting isn’t for me. My speaking skills leave much to be desired. Writing, particularly articles was the one area I could shine. Being a journalist did not automatically make me able to write poetry, fictional stories, plays and so forth. However, I could pen the facts in a somewhat appealing article.
My writing garnered attention, which fed into my ego. Articles I wrote sometimes inspired action among the masses. I believe everyone has a purpose in life. But now that I wasn’t going to be a reporter anymore what good would I be to society? Who am I if not a reporter? Clearly I became so wrapped up in the reporter title until I forgot my identity.
It’s only been three weeks but I’m much happier in my new position. (I even have an office). I don’t really miss reporting the news. Now I can make it. As for my new identity, I’m simply me. Not Toni the reporter. Just Toni. That’s the only identity I need because it sums up everything in one. Whether I’m writing articles or coordinating a program to help students graduate from high school and college (the new job), I can make a difference. I used to only know one thing I was good at – writing. In my new position I hope to discover some more.