I worry a lot about my life in general, because I usually have about $4 in my checking account at any given moment, I’m always searching through the debris of my purse to find nickels for the meter, and I owe my friends and family at least three lifetimes of income. But I wouldn’t trade my job for the world. I realized today as I was sitting at a table with my fellow journalists, editors and freelancers who I see each week at these not-so-secret meetings that what we do takes a hell of a lot of work. We’re on-call to this world 24 hours a day, seven days a week, investigating, interviewing, researching, writing, transcribing, Tweeting, blogging, camera-phone capturing, status updating, getting yelled at by strangers and getting praised by people who only know us through our words. Our phones ring at all hours, our email is never-ending, and our ability to be in three places at one time is totally real and astounding. Dating/being married to one of us must be awful, because we are never not working and there is always a chance that something you’ve done or said in front of us will end up in the public sphere for all to read. I know that being a freelance-human is hard because I watch people fall off from these weekly editorial meetings as quickly as they jump on – consumed by life, not interested in hustling for an unglamorous amount of money to write, in search of more steady work or whatever the reason, I know that being a journalist in 2013 isn’t for everyone. But I am glad that when I was four years old and decided to start putting a pencil to paper, I stuck with it. I acknowledge that I’m equal parts egomanic, truth seeker, and storyteller – sometimes these things make me a great human, other times, a terror. I’m not one to tell others to “do what they love” because I know that is oversimplifying our complex existence. But don’t ever let someone tell you that doing something that makes you happy is overrated, unnecessary, or, as journalism has been proclaimed many times over, dead. Because as long as you’re on this planet, shit is going to keep happening. You might as well be part of the good shit.