The sun is shining, my garden door is open, I have an iced latte in front of me AND I am having one of those days when I truly remember what made me become a journalist, where my fingers just type out sentences before I even know I have them made up in my head, and everything just seems to sound smart, funny and to the point. Hello Good Work Day!
OH how i would love to be a journalist.
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Then you should be, girl! :) I didn't even start journalism till I was well into my twenties, I was too busy traveling and studying other stuff, before I suddenly realized that I NEEDED to be a journalist. And now I am so happy I found my path! xxx
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