This isn’t a post defending why I love journalism. Nor is it one condemning those that have left it.
This post is a plea.
This morning I saw a tweet that led me to this sad reality:
A new study finds that, in 42% of companies, low performers actually report being more engaged – more motivated and more likely to enjoy working at their organization, for example – than middle and high performers do.”
That line made me reflect on my life… and the lives of the peers I truly respect. We’re all frustrated and “unhappy.” Well, according to some people.
Because we are passionate.
Because we are not satisfied.
Because we know what it could be, which is so much more than what it currently is.
And we’re fighting for it. It’s a struggle… but we do it.
In many of my peers’ careers, including mine, you look around the organization and are in shock.
In shock because while we bust our collective asses in our struggle, others – these “low performers” – have moved up along side us.
They have failed up.
Don’t tell me you can’t immediately think of at least one name in your newsroom right now.
They’ve been there forever. Before you got there and started trying to change things… and quite honestly, they’ll be there after you leave. These people mean well… but they don’t fight for their beliefs like we do.
We – and I am not saying this is healthy – break down in tears from the frustration of our struggle. We question our own value, despite our incredible track records of change and success. We question our life and doubt all the sacrifices we’ve made along the way… even though we’d do it all over again.
But, which is understandable, we burn out. And we leave. Leave the heartbreak. (Or, which happens too, we leave the company for a better one. But we will inevitably be unsatisfied again.)
In all this… we also leave behind those satisfied “low performers” … and that’s how they move up.
Back to my plea.
I know it sucks. I know it is so crippling at times. I know you question the direction of your life. I know you think you are crazy (you must be, right, because no one is freaking out as much as you are). I know all this.
But I also know you are not alone. That you are not crazy. And that we are better off with you fighting for your beliefs.
We are better off with you in journalism – or in what ever industry you are frustratingly passionate about.
Take a break. Make a change. But don’t give up… and don’t you dare get falsely satisfied.
Stay hungry. I know it hurts sometimes, but stay hungry.
But stay. And make the difference.
PS: Please read this back to me if/when you see me doubting/questioning myself. Please.