On Monday, I reacted with the rest of the country at the tragedy unfolding in Boston. When it happened, I did what I’ve always done, the same thing journalists all across the country were doing.
I looked for the best sources of information coming out of a confusing and rapidly changing situation. I talked to my coworkers to see if they knew more. I started to wonder how to answer the questions that begin with “W.” I even took a few notes.
But I didn’t do anything with it. Because I’m not a journalist anymore.
Still, I feel like a journalist. I have a lot of journalist friends. My mind still asked journalist questions. But my hands just kept working on something else.
Of course, I wasn’t surprised to no longer be working in news, but I didn’t know what that would feel like. I’ll get used to it, but for now, I feel left out.