And a life lesson I learned by reading her column
|Liz Smith, Martin Sheen (image credit: Liz Smith Twitter)|
As some of you are aware I recently stepped into a political editorial position. With the foolhardiness of an election year at every turn, I have been working as near around the clock as humanly possible; if I can't order it for delivery or pay someone else to do it, it sits undone in my den somewhere collecting dust and awaiting my return. Also awaiting my attention was a small catalog of Guest Diary entries. With a little time available today, for the first time since early January, I began reading my way back to today. Coffee, croissants, and gossip, as if I were sitting across from a dear friend listening to industry news. And reading her column does feel like an old friend, I've been doing it for decades, back to the days when we were both brunettes.
|Liz Smith, Robert Redford circa 1973 (Image: Liz Smith, Twitter)|
By mid-January's post, tucked at the bottom of the day's report, a small footnote told her readers that Liz had experienced a "slight mishap," that she was fine and "on the mend."
It struck me instantly that I had become so focused on a job I was now doing strictly for money, it was consuming my life; it had stopped being about personal fulfilment and had become about growing a bank account. I was no longer looking outward, my sight was firmly and specifically locked on to the work ahead of me. I had stopped doing much of what I enjoyed by deciding I was too busy to do something as simple as read a daily column - unrelated to my job - something I enjoyed very much. It was eye-opening; was I so driven by the quest to get more and more money? Or had I allowed myself to get swallowed up by a demanding machine that required all I could proffer. For my peace of mind, I choose to believe it is the latter.
This morning I handed in my resignation for editorial responsibilities, asking to remain as a writer, to one more be moved into action by the call to tell a story.
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And as for Liz, I imagine she is holding court from her hospital bed while staff attempt, in vain, to rein her in from doing twenty things at once. I wish her a speedy recovery and quick return to the hordes of us who hang on her every Tinseltown utterance, allowing us to live vicariously through her days.