A few months back, the organization I work for asked me to submit an article to be judged for a national journalism award. Whoever the lucky winner wound up to be, they would be presented with the award at the Excellence In Journalism Conference 2017.
Fast forward a few months to when my manager and the director of our department asked me to attend a spur-of-the-moment meeting. Long story short, I did not get fired. Rather, they announced that I was one of three that placed for an award!
Under the immense relief of realizing that I still had my job and now a national award under my belt, I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. I’m absolutely certain that I looked like a complete and uber dorkfish, but I didn’t care.
I still don’t.
As someone who has spent their entire life trying to get their writing noticed, it was strange to finally get some recognition for it. And, since the article I submitted was from my organization’s magazine, they’ve assured me that they’re providing me with an all expenses paid experience out to California, where the conference is taking place this year!
Can you say, “What the bleep!”
I’m still reeling from the shock of getting to go to a writing conference for free, but nothing beats knowing that my writing has been accredited on a national level.
So there you have it.
In less then a week, I’ll be heading out to Anaheim, California to attend almost a week’s worth of journalism workshops that all lead to an award banquet on the final day that pretty much says, “Hey, you might be good at this here writing thang after all!”
So cheers to this all expenses paid opportunity but, more importantly, cheers to those who have helped me get there – whether it be through financial, spiritual, or any other form of help. Thank you, officially, from me to you.
Seriously, though, this happened and I’m going – like for reals!