I made it through the wedding! The day was beautiful. I couldn’t have been happier. My friends and family were gathered, my children were there, and the man of my dreams stood before me looking handsome in his dress Firefighter’s uniform. I was a happy girl. I know I blogged a few times about having to pinch pennies in order to pay for the wedding and we did it. We managed to avoid using any credit cards and stayed out the proverbial poorhouse. With the exception of the creepiest fog storm EVER which rolled in just before it was time for me to walk down the aisle, the day was perfect. Off to our honeymoon we went and had a great time relaxing on a big boat in the ocean for 5 days. We returned home ready to start our lives and everything should have been good-to-go, right? Well, that would have been ideal but not quite the case.
As many of you know, 6 months ago I chose to come off the air ending my nearly 6 year stint of what quite possibly was my dream job. I loved doing the morning show and representing a community that I adore. I had a great partner and we made an exceptional team. About 4 years into it, the morning show job also turned into running a promotions department. (grrrrrr, budget cuts.) With the two positions, plus appearances, plus remotes and air shifts every weekend….I found I was spending all my time working while my kids were growing up on their own. It was time to put the boys in the spotlight for a change and I decided to leave the show. I was offered a different position within the station and decided to give it a try. That brings us to now….6 months later and me knowing that I am NOT made to be in radio sales. You are either cut out for sales, or you are not. It was not for me. I am glad I gave it the ol’ college try, but behind the microphone at a radio station was definitely a better fit for me. For instance, when a client says, “I don’t know Dana, that sounds kind of expensive to me.” The first response from a good salesperson should not be, “I know, right!?? Forget I was ever here.” Get the point? Dana= not made for sales. I am a creative soul meant to entertain, charm, and come up with great ideas. Hey, at least I know what kind of job NOT to look for in the future, right?
I would like to remember my time at the station differently than the 6 months I spent in sales. I choose to remember the 6 years I spent as a public servant entertaining families, visiting troops in Iraq, meeting the awesome listeners, and working with a fantastic partner. I don’t regret my choice to leave the show when I did because it was for the sake of my family who deserved to have a mom who wasn’t working seven days a week many weeks in a row. As a single mom, I owed it to them to do what I could to try to be there more. It wasn’t fair to them to be the one’s who essentially ended up paying for a company’s budget cuts. They shouldn’t have been the ones who had to suffer. We all tried to hang in there, but after two years, it was up to me to try to make things better even if it was leaving a position that I enjoyed and loved. I think if I had met my husband sooner and had the help that I do now it would have been easier to handle all the extra work and hours and I possibly could have stayed. Then again, last season I didn’t miss ONE soccer game and that means something to my boys.
So here I am today…my first day of being unemployed. My last day at the radio station was bittersweet. It was tearful because it meant the end of era for me. (Plus, I hate saying good-bye so I was the biggest wuss.) As I start one chapter of my new married life, I am closing another in my professional life. It has been a great ride the last seven years and I have done things I will never forget and met people who have changed my life. I worked with a great group of people who are truly compassionate about radio and the community. I took a HUGE leap of faith leaving the radio station without having another job lined up. But faith is exactly what I have. Faith that God will lead me to the right job that will be the perfect fit for me. Today I woke up feeling a little lost…like I am not sure where my place is or what I am meant to do. Then I realized I was home and remembered that no matter what, there is a place for me here. I am not sure where to begin this job search, but I think the first step is definitely a strong cup of coffee. Cheers!