At first I'd written this long sappy post detailing how I'd gotten to this point, but I know you all too well. You don't want to hear it, at least not today.
When I came to Florida, my heart was set on moving up within the station. At the time I was hired on as a reporter/fill-in anchor. I'd prayed that opportunities would come up that would give me a chance to step into a full-time anchor role. They did. I was passed over every single time.
At this point, between divorce, custody battles, financial difficulties, everything had fallen apart, and now my job too. To say I was frustrated, would be an understatement. I'd moved 1,300 miles away to watch my life crash and burn before my eyes.
I started to visualize myself in the position I desired, even printing all the photos I could find of myself anchoring and made a vision board collage. I spoke affirmations, and I stopped worrying, period. Enough had happened in the last year that I knew what God had for me would be sufficient.
It wasn't just sufficient, it was better.
God will make room for your gift. And I'm not talking about carving you out an ill-fitting space, but a specially curated position.
I accepted that offer, with Spectrum Networks. They are starting a brand new 24/7 cable news station back "home" in Milwaukee. The show will air across the entire state, daily. I will be the face of the morning show, and have the opportunity to help build it from scratch, shape content, and mentor younger reporters. I have been itching to branch out and operate in my gifts in a way that I haven't been able to do for quite some time. I felt like I'd faded into the background, my voice didn't matter. Now, I have the platform.
And pay...I mention this because like many divorced mothers, I was scared. I prayed that God would put me in a position that I wouldn't have to depend on anyone but myself to take care of my kids. He answered and elevated me in a way that I could not have even imagined. And it never would have happened had I simply moved up within my previous company.
Now, I have one gripe. I'm still wrestling with God on how he mixed up a prayer about living by the water, to sending me back to a lake, and not the ocean. And how he must've forgotten how much I despise the snow and cold now. But, I'm back to my biggest support system, my best friends and family who literally carried me through this craziness. And I'm also back to a place where I understand the struggles of the community, growing up just across the border (hey Rockford!). Milwaukee was good to me, I look forward to telling their stories again. This is for greater, more measurable impact, this is for purpose.
So this turned out longer than I thought...
All of this being said, I absolutely LOVED Florida, and I am so incredibly grateful to have worked in a positive environment. My bosses and coworkers were supportive and though they didn't know it, kept me from collapsing under the pressure of this thing called life. Those denials, though they hurt, were needed. It made me stronger, also with less responsibility, it gave me time to get back on my feet without the spotlight. I am thankful to all of them for simply being, I will never forget this experience.
I'm coming back home everybody, I'm coming back home...