There certainly are days around the editors’ desks for high-fives and congratulations for a job well done and big clicks. Today was not one of those days.
Today was about giving our users the very best we could give them. It was about giving victims the dignity a killer tried to take away. At the end of our shift, we all sat back in our chairs and gave one another half smiles before taking a few minutes to ourselves to go outside or call loved ones or check in with ourselves.
It’s not a story any of us take pleasure in. I know people like to say “the media” loves horrific stories so we can boost sales. Not true. We’re humans like everyone else. We’re concerned for the families and the emergency personnel rushing in. It’s not a time of joy and number counting. We hold our breath, hoping for the best possible outcome. We sigh when it doesn’t happen. We get out of bed and rush to the office when we’re called because that’s what journalists do. But we aren’t the ones saving lives or mourning loved ones.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.