Panera, a desk in a hotel, a table inside a gas station in the middle of nowhere, the front seat of a vehicle -- into an editing bay more times than I can count.
Sometimes it's good news.
But all the time, I've given it 150 percent.
The dream I had since I was a little girl.
I like to believe in the thousands of stories I've had the privilege of sharing, I've somehow -- in some way -- made a difference in someone's life.
It's been an honor coming into people's living rooms every day.
Even all the #$%# snowstorms are memories I'll
But I've come to the point in my career that when I look in my make-shift iPhone mirror, I realize I've missed out.all that mascara off each night...
It's exhausting, you guys.
I went into the news business because I am a truth-seeker.
And I've had the chance to share some incredible stories with so many of you.
Which is what makes my decision to leave so hard.
God put a desire on my heart to be a Momma.
After years of infertility treatments, He chose me to be an adoptive momma.
And what a joy it has been.
When I look in the mirror, though, I realize I've missed out on a lot.
I didn't get much time off with my daughter when we brought her home from Texas, and I was back at the full-time grind after a week at home with her.
I was a new mom deflecting hurtful [sometimes nasty] viewer emails about how thin I looked, how tired I looked...how unhealthy I looked.
And God forbid I wear this red lipstick...MY FAVORITE! (But apparently not an anonymous viewer's favorite...)
Trying to balance motherhood and a demanding, 24/7 job in what my colleague cleverly calls the "glass fishbowl" was proving to be impossible.
And as months continued to fly by, I blinked my eyes and Olivia turned into a toddler.
While I was happy to see Olivia growing into a healthy, happy little girl, my heart broke.
It shattered every time I ran frantically out the door [usually 3-minutes late, trying not to spill my coffee] for work only to return home just in time to kiss her goodnight.
I've missed my daughter.
And my husband.
A few months ago, Chris and I were eating dinner per our standard mealtime of 9:00 p.m.
I walked in from work, threw my keys on the table and kissed Olivia goodnight before I sat down for dinner.
I looked down at my plate and tears started welling up in my eyes.
"I can't keep doing this," I said, staring at my plate.
By the time I mustered out those words I was a full-out blubbering mess.
"I never thought I'd ever walk away from this. I love this job," I said.
But I love my family more.
Looking for full-time work with a better schedule that still utilizes your passions is tough.
Just the thought of finding a job while working full-time and treasuring the few moments I had with my daughter every day was daunting.
I signed on just about every job board you can find and scoured the internet for a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.
Just as I was about ready to throw my hands up and say, "I give up!" a notification popped up in my inbox.
"Public Relations Coordinator" was the subject.
I opened it up, and it was a job lead from a local nonprofit.
I felt like God was giving me a nudge.
"Hang tight. I think I've got something for you..."
I'm excited to join an organization that values its employees, their families and their communities.
Sure, there will be days I miss the blaring police scanners, the yelling across the newsroom, the time cues, the mad clanking of the keyboard, the drive-thru dinners, the fax machine jams and the phones ringing off the hook because people wanna know why Wheel of Fortune isn't on...
But I won't miss out on time with my family.
Here's to new beginnings...
My "I'm Not On TV Anymore" Bucket List