I’m always amused by those people who claim to have no regrets. Seriously? No regrets?
I have regrets–a dozen a day: I regret I wore these itchy pants; I regret I ate that; I regret I didn’t call you back; I regret I took Meridian instead of 465; I regret that haircut; I regret letting my son cry it out; and I always regret a third glass of wine. Regrets? I got a million of them.
And so when my employer of 10 years was approaching its third round of job cuts, and with images of a severance package dancing in my head, there were many sleepless nights. In this job market? With no firm leads?
I had a comfortable position at a high-profile Indianapolis company. I had a good paycheck, the ear of the CEO and health benefits for me and my children. I worked downtown, had a flexible schedule, and generally enjoyed the perks of corporate life. While I had been approached off and on through the years, I had never really considered leaving.
And yet…
Ten years in one spot, even with increasing responsibility, even in an exciting industry, was both rewarding and exhausting. Facing the same daily battles, knowing where the obstacles would be, knowing the answers before I asked the questions. The comfort of it all was sometimes itchier than those pants.
In the end, I took the severance. And while I’m extremely blessed to have some time to consider what’s next, I’m working harder than I ever have to figure out what that might be. It may be a full-time position in communications, or it may be staying out on my own to work with clients. For the first time in a long time, this well-scheduled life is unscheduled.
And you know what? I’ve got no regrets about it.
So along comes another media “expert” saying that newspapers are dying because people don’t want to pay for content. 
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