What if....?

I have never regretted going into journalism, and I never will. I belong in it.

I regret what has happened since then to (practically) knock me out of the business.

I suspect this is the case with many, many people here.

 

While I was a part-timer at my first shop and finishing college, many at the place told me not to major in journalism.

"Pick something else to have as a fall back," they said.

I took Door 1, also known as the easy way out and stuck with journalism. Yes, I minored in Philosophy, but what good is that?

I always thought I should have went for my teaching degree in history - or even better, early childhood ed. I actually had a job offer to work at a pre-school prior to getting my post at my current shop. I could work there as an assistant while I went back to school for my degree.

It was hard for me to say no to that. They tried so hard to get me to take the gig, they wanted a male role-model figure for the kids, and my cousin was one of the assistant directors at the school. I felt then like I let her down by saying no. Now, there are days when I think maybe I let myself down, again taking the easy way out.

 

I would have gone into teaching, which I am going to head to grad school to do in a few months.

 

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE this career.

I just wish I majored in something else that I was always equally interested in. You don't need to major in journalism to be a journalist. I could have taken J classes as electives, still worked on and been editor of the school paper and still gotten a job in the field despite majoring in anything else.

I've just been thinking lately that I was meant to do more for society than covering games and writing columns about athletics.

I am seriously considering a political career.

 

Ditto, no matter what happens.

 

I would have either done everything the same, or everything differently. It's one or the other. But just based on the people I've had the dumb stupid good fortune to know along the way, I'd probably stay on the same path, even with the dead end sign in my face.

 

FBI or military, although I'm convinced I would have been bored and restless within five years, regardless of the career path I chose.

 

No regrets about getting into the biz. Hell, that's all I can ever remember wanting to do. Somewhere along the way, that faded, at least to the point where I knew I wanted to get out and live a "normal" life. Don't regret the decision to get out, either. Yet.

I wish I could be the guy that does Man vs. Food. Or Tony Bourdain. Or anyone on the Travel Channel.

 

You're shitting me.

 

Never stopped Jamie Moyer.