Time heals all wounds. It’s a cliché, but I think it’s true.
You are someone important, and you owe it to yourself to face whatever you’ve been been running from, and take back your life.
I try to be mindful of the things I share online because the last thing I want is to be accused of being a leftist reporter, or as some of my favorite people like to call it, a disseminator of “fake news.”
Lists are my lifeline. I need them. I need to have some sort of goal to work towards, or else I feel unproductive, lost, and overwhelmed.
When you look good on the outside, it motivates you to make your inside match.
This post is, in a way, a plea for you all to respect your friends and family who work in the news business.
I don’t want to be anyone’s prey anymore, and I’m learning to protect myself by saying no to situations that make me uncomfortable, or that I know I can’t afford to be involved in.
I’ve come to a realization since starting my internship three weeks ago.
I had a wonderful first year away from home, and an even better three weeks outside of the U.S.