(One of the only photos I could find of me working circa 2012)
Today.
Today, I did something I never imagined I would do when I first read that birthday horoscope 22 years, 2 months, and 1 day ago. A horoscope, that if I dug deep enough in my boxes of memories, I’d find still taped, albeit faded, on the front of the thick black journal I carried on my person everywhere I went as a teen. A horoscope that told me I shared the same birthday as Marky Mark Wahlberg (sigh!) and told me I was destined for journalism.
Today.
Today, I started the month-long goodbye to a career I forever dreamed of, a career I loved, a career I always thought would be a part of me.
Today.
Today, I handed in my resignation. Effective Aug. 28, 22 days from now, I will no longer be an actively employed journalist.
Today.
Today, I am a bag of emotions. I am excited for this new journey towards becoming a dietitian. I am nervous as hell about once again becoming a full-time student after a 13 or 14 year absence. And I am incredibly sad to be leaving a career I loved prematurely. Don’t get me wrong, it is time, but it is only time because of the abysmal state of the newspaper industry.
Today.
Today is the start of a new chapter in the Book of Katie.
princessofpavement.com 