Back in the Khakis Again

written Monday, March 26

Well, I did it. And it feels sweeter than I ever could have imagined.
Last Thursday I received the call that I could only dream would ever come. I received an offer for a financial reporting position for The Associated Press.
For the two weeks that have passed since the interview, I have spent a lot of time in my own head. A lot of time trying to visualize something this wonderful happening. A lot of time praying for it, and trying to think of reasons why I deserved it (that has been the hardest part.)
For the four days that have passed since the offer, I have spent a lot of time in my own head, too. A lot of time thinking that this could not possibly have happened to me. A lot of time replaying the conversation, trying to confirm that I, in fact, heard him right. "Congratulations," the editor said, almost bashfully, before he went into a slew of information about salary, benefits, and other things that I don't remember.
I don't remember because I was distracted with wiping the tears from my face, and feeling weak in the knees.

I know that there are a lot of things that can happen in a span of a lifetime that have a lot more weight than this. I know that there are people, lots of them in fact, that are going through the most difficult of times and yet have been there to support me every step of the way. But right now, I'm taking this in for all its worth.