My story, their words
"But at some point on the never-ending expanse that is I-94 East, I realized — in the very literal sense — for the first time in my life, that I was exhausted."
Eventually, my work at the Daily woke me up to some harsh realities.
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Journalism isn't all about that natural sensation I talked about earlier, about words flowing effortlessly onto a page, about the gratification you feel from seeing your story in print.
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No, being a beat writer is about a lot more than that. Wherever the team you're covering goes, you go. And you can't call your mom, or your dad, or your girlfriend because you're driving to cover that team. When you do have that time, all you really want to do is sleep, because you've been on the road all day.
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Doing that once isn't so bad — my drive to Oklahoma City being the perfect example. But after a while, it weighs down on you.
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I began to realize that I might not want those harsh realities to become a constant part of my life, no matter how much I loved writing.
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But to get a real sense of just how overwhelming it can be, I talked to Liam and James.