Some look at work as a means to an end.  I look at work as an extension of what I love to do.  I am of course very lucky to have landed work in my heart's desire...rock and roll.  It wasn't the plan, heck I didn't have a plan when I graduated!  I really just cruised through high school, barely making it it by the skin of my teeth and then when I found that working for the school system as a teacher assistant wasn't going to provide me with a living I found out how to use that job as a jumping off point.  I went to community college to 'broaden my horizons'.  While taking the basics I learned of their Radio and Television program and thought, "Hey, that's right up my ally".  See, I just sort of went with it.  I didn't freak out.  My parents helped as they could, I lived with them until I was able to support myself, it took until I was 28, but we wanted to make sure that once I left, I wouldn't be coming back...although part of me thinks my mom would have wanted me to live there forever.  

It took me about four years to land a full time gig in radio and then three years later I learned what its like to get fired.  Oh the joy of losing yourself.  What do I do now?  Where do I go?  There is no silence like that of your phone not ringing.  I swore I'd never do radio again, but two years later after attempting to teach yoga and running a couple of chiropractic clinics, radio came back and I realized that I had a second chance to do it right this time, to really work at my craft.  After a year of submitting to fill in work and doing morning co-host duties I landed a morning gig for four years that landed me a midday gig for almost six years that then led me to my current gig of three and counting.  I see people that in my mind are from dreams, I hear voices that have talked to other people but for 20 minutes time, they are mine and I'm always wondering...did I change them?  Did I matter?  Did I make them feel as special as they make me feel?  Every day is a journey, an adventure of unknowns that may lead to one day being called into a big man's office to be told that I'm not needed anymore, but thanks for my tenure and good luck trying to make it out there.

To this, I say, "Thank you for the memories" when that day comes.  In the end I would much rather people remember me for what I did as a has been, than what I never did as a never was.