A few days ago, I resigned from a nonprofit job unrelated to journalism. Admittedly, I lasted a whopping two weeks.
Desperate and poor, I accepted the offer for employment, thinking I’d have enough time on the side to devote to writing. And my bright-eyed 22-year-old self couldn’t have been more wrong. So there I was, doing work that many people consider important, and doing it well. But by the second week, there was this incessant tug. And every attempt to ignore it only intensified it. I had to address it, despite the consequences.
And that’s just what I did. In the end, I decided if I was going to feel overworked and exhausted, it was going to be in the name of my craft. I knew I would return home to frustration, to judgment, to more penny pinching. But do I regret it? Not one bit. I took a chance and devoted myself to a cause. My experience made me a better person and a better writer. Next time someone questions my decision to pursue journalism, with its uncertain future in the current economic landscape and all, I have a response I can feel good about. Why, they ask? Because I wholeheartedly tried something else, and it left me unfulfilled. Because for me, it’s not about money, it’s about purpose. And, well, this is mine. It was foolish to think I could do anything else. Lesson learned.
So, fellow Gen Jers, what do you think? We are a young and vibrant bunch, real go-getters. But is passion (and hard work, of course) enough to tackle this industry? Would you rather follow your heart and be broke? Or, in these times, work a job that satisfies your bank account, even if it leaves you feeling dull? Have you, like me, learned the hard way?