And just like that, my final paper for Whitsunday Life has rolled around. It feels like a lifetime ago that I put my resignation in with Rach and the team, where I cried and Rach tried hard to not cry with me.
And it feels like an eternity ago that I was welcomed into this great team, as a fledging journo with big dreams and a bigger need to develop my skills. But this team have been great, allowing me the ability to grow my skills, with tasteful and constructive criticism, dealing with my spelling ‘trail’ as ‘trial’ during my first week, and laughing with me when I somehow use the entirely wrong name throughout an article.
And outside of work, I have flourished in so many ways.
But no matter, I have evolved into an entirely different person, one that is less afraid to sign up for team sports, or joining a Pilates class, or going on friend-dates. I’m not going to lie, these situations still make me nervous as all heck, but I have proven to myself that I can do these things, that I can make friends through these avenues, and that I actually enjoy getting out and about.
Now, I am about to start a new chapter in my life.
I am moving to be closer to my family, in regional New South Wales. I am starting a new job, in a community engagement role with youth mental health, which will see me organising events and hosting workshops for children between the ages of 12 and 25.
I will have to embrace the chill of a New England winter, but considering I was able to survive a Whitsunday summer, this will not be hard! And I will be sharing pics of me all rugged up in thick winter coats with the Whitsunday Life team.
So yes, this will probably be the last time you’ll hear from me, but you never know what the future holds.
I wish to thank everyone over the course of this past year for everything you have helped me with, for allowing me to grow, to challenge, and to flourish in the beautiful Airlie Beach.
Signing off,
Bronte
