An Imprint Of Print On This World Citizen
I love being involved in magazine and book publishing... did I say that already? I am thankful that my work is not a chore, and that I enjoy the labours of my hands. Thank you, Lord, for making publishing and print an imprint of my life :)
In the two months before I leave for Canada, I will be gainfully engaged with getting a couple of issues of inflight magazines out. It has been quite a load of fun working with this expanding publishing company, and we're starting to jive as a team. I guess there is a part of me that feels a tinge of regret that I am leaving the country, and therefore the fellowship of these publishing colleagues... but the regret is not enough to make me give up Canada. I only pray that the editors here will be gracious enough to allow me the opportunity to prove that remote working is a possibility, and that I will still be able to get my work done well even from a distance. Just give me a chance, please!
Sometimes I cannot believe that I am actually going to do it... Go to Canada, that is. After talking and talking, thinking and thinking, I'm finally doing it! I can't wait -- despite the nervousness in my heart, there is a tingle of excitement and anticipation of new things, new possibilities... and I must surge ahead.
I have to.
I do not wish for regrets and "what ifs" to mark the landscape of my life story.
Interestingly, I've been meeting people who keep telling me to "go for it". A German-cum-lived-in-UK/Australia/Singapore colleague at this publishing firm I'm freelancing at shared about his journey in crossing cultures, calling the likes of him and I "world citizens". I totally understand that! Others call it "third culture persons" -- we neither belong here nor there, but we can generally fit anywhere.
Well, that's me. I don't fit anywhere and yet I can fit everywhere. And while fitting in is one thing, this world citizen also knows what she likes -- publishing. If all dreams and ideals come true, I will find my niche in print even in the far ends of Canada, for it is what I love to do, and hope I will always get to do.
In the two months before I leave for Canada, I will be gainfully engaged with getting a couple of issues of inflight magazines out. It has been quite a load of fun working with this expanding publishing company, and we're starting to jive as a team. I guess there is a part of me that feels a tinge of regret that I am leaving the country, and therefore the fellowship of these publishing colleagues... but the regret is not enough to make me give up Canada. I only pray that the editors here will be gracious enough to allow me the opportunity to prove that remote working is a possibility, and that I will still be able to get my work done well even from a distance. Just give me a chance, please!
Sometimes I cannot believe that I am actually going to do it... Go to Canada, that is. After talking and talking, thinking and thinking, I'm finally doing it! I can't wait -- despite the nervousness in my heart, there is a tingle of excitement and anticipation of new things, new possibilities... and I must surge ahead.
I have to.
I do not wish for regrets and "what ifs" to mark the landscape of my life story.
Interestingly, I've been meeting people who keep telling me to "go for it". A German-cum-lived-in-UK/Australia/Singapore colleague at this publishing firm I'm freelancing at shared about his journey in crossing cultures, calling the likes of him and I "world citizens". I totally understand that! Others call it "third culture persons" -- we neither belong here nor there, but we can generally fit anywhere.
Well, that's me. I don't fit anywhere and yet I can fit everywhere. And while fitting in is one thing, this world citizen also knows what she likes -- publishing. If all dreams and ideals come true, I will find my niche in print even in the far ends of Canada, for it is what I love to do, and hope I will always get to do.
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