I could make arguments for many things, but there's really only one.
The year was 1999. The SE that hired me for my first newspaper job wanted to get rid of me because, as he put it, "If you have a good third baseman, but a great third baseman comes along, you go to the great third baseman."
Fortunately, the wise ME said bull****, Harley isn't going anywhere.
Down in the dumps, licking my wounds and overall feeling miserable about my career choice and wondering what the hell I got myself into, two things happened that changed my outlook forever.
The first, we went to a local church where they were giving free health screenings for kids. While my wife took the kiddies around the booths, I wandered around the church and found myself in what appeared to be a young adults room.
There on the wall were stapled a bunch of stories that I had written, covering the kids in this group.
That was when I knew I was making a difference.
The second event came a month or two later at the state media awards. They asked for three samples of sports columns and one sample of a feature story for the previous year.
Well, having started my career in October, 1998, I only had three columns and one feature to turn in.
I took first place in both, to the delight of said ME (and my wife and mother-in-law), and a throng of TV-types at our table.
I know awards are kind of hokey and it's mostly a crap shoot who wins what, but that right there told me that I was a pretty good writer and was definitely in the right business.
It's now been more than nine years, four stops and several awards later. Yes, the pay sucks, sometimes the people suck, and right now, the new owner sucks. But I'm doing something that I know in my heart I am very good at and making a decent living. And that's what it's all about, folks.