What a difference a year makes

When I was writing this post a year ago today, I couldn’t have imagined how it would change my life. I wrote it out of frustration, forgetting for a moment — or not caring — that as a CBC radio host, I am not allowed to publish my opinion. Also, my employer would very much prefer that I not drop f-bombs wherever I go. My bosses didn’t care much for the angry tone, either, to be honest. At the time, I was super happy in my role as a CBC radio host.

But after I pressed publish, after the post was shared hundreds of times, and viewed tens of thousands of times, after I was reprimanded and disciplined for breaking the journalistic standards and practises, after I confronted the strange and discomfiting feelings of having broken the rules, and the equally strange and opposite feeling of having done nothing wrong, I had to think deeply about where I was, and where I wanted to be.

Being a public radio host is a dream job. But it’s not my dream job. I am and always have been a writer. Writing is my dream job. And more and more over the past year I have chafed against the strictures that prevent me from sharing my opinion. Less and less I have been happy — let alone super happy — in my role as a CBC radio host.

This day last year I said what I saw needed saying. I said what was on my mind and in my heart to say. I thought of myself only as human, not as human-with-public-job. Thanks to everyone who read what I wrote and responded. Thanks for the wind in my sails that also helped blow away the fog that surrounded me.

This day last year I did something I have never once regretted, though I got in trouble, though I lost my sense of myself for months afterward, though it led to me making a plan to leave a job I loved. This day last year I put my foot along a path that has now opened widely before me. I will not be looking back.

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3 Comments on “What a difference a year makes”

  1. Louise Campbell says:

    Go Stephanie ! Your response last year moved me profoundly . I
    shared it with many relatives and friends and was SOOOOO proud of you ! You’re a wonderful role model for women of all ages to live authentic lives and express their truth .
    Hugs from a granny.

  2. Dearest Stephanie, you are “d’ bomb,” as many youth in grenada say and I love you fiercely. your post last year moved me profoundly too and you put words to what I and countless other women feel, feel , feel ! so you are d’ bomb and I am deeply grateful for your courage, strength and beautiful fierceness. one love. one family. one sistren!
    Maureen
    d bomb is a metaphor for your are d best in a very powerful powerful, powerful way!


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