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People often ask why I moved to a place they call Sodom, meaning Los Angeles. What they really mean is: "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!!"
Honestly?
I wanted to see my legs again. wear sundresses. dance on the beach. drive with the top down.
Friends promised I'd get used to the cold, foggy Bay Area summers. I never did.
And I didn't even consider moving back East in winter; suffered too much frostbite reporting in blizzard conditions. We'd freeze even wearing station-issued parkas.
I didn't handle the cold or the spotlight well back then. Viewers could be mean, my ego fragile. And they didn't teach us in journalism school how to handle haters.
"Honey, blot your lips!" a viewer had sneered at my first TV job. Yet, our anchor Pam had turned being trashed into treasure.
"Blot?" she'd ask before going on set. It became our code for, "Do I look ok?"
What we were really saying is, "I got your back."
So what was I thinking moving to LA? Well, sunshine. But in my heart I was saying, "God, here I am. Use me. If this is the place, I'm ready."
So thanks for your prayers. Thanks for having my back. Time to shine in 2011. Blot?
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