I did it...

I did it... I fought with my emotions, I tossed and turned at night, but I did it. I made a decision, that I hope I won't regret, and I'm afraid to find out how it goes. I quit my job away from PR, and then... I wait for a week. I will reunite with a life I had convinced myself that I left behind. I will continue on with my PR life, in a new job, with new coworkers and I am nervous.

What happens if I fail? What happens if I become unhappy again? I understand that I am not perfect and may not succeed at being the best PR person in my profession, but I have come to the understanding that all I can do is try my best.

It makes me think about all the people who are in a profession and fear the outcome of their day to day lives. Are they happy? Do they live filled with regret? Are we just programmed to see what comes out of our decisions and left to settle? I am a week away from finding out I guess. My first week back will be an adjustment. My second week, I will begin to settle in the process. I expect that in weeks three and four, I'll have made my decision on how the next 11 months left of this contract will go. By then, people will have formed their opinions of me, and I will have formed a true opinion about the consequences of the actions I have chosen to make.

Wow....

I'm not going to turn this blog into a gone too soon post for Whitney Houston... But she was gone too soon.

It makes me think about all the people we encounter, talk bad about and judge - either out loud or silently in our minds.

Everyone who knows me, knows that I am an avid tabloid reader. I can't help it... It feeds my urge to be nosy, and also keep informed on some of my fave celebs. I have also turned to social media for the same reasons. Only a few years ago, if something magnificent happened in the world, I would turn on the tv and wait for a reputable news source to confirm, mostly, the tragic news I was hearing. Now, I turn to twitter and Facebook. I can't help but wonder... Have we lost our ability to rely on good old fashion news?

Yesterday, I turned on CNN to confirm the news. Today, I look to social media to give me up to the minute updates and find traditional media so slow and ancient. My urge to be nosy has turned into a scramble to keep informed and not miss a snippet of information, even if it's speculation.

How did I turn from news junkie to social media piranha?? How have we lost the ability to let life go on and wait until the morning paper for new information?

So on the day after her passing, I reflect on my actions, my thoughts and my hunger to be nosy. I can't help but ask... Is there such thing as being too informed?