Another first #CapitalEmmys

 

I recently read Charlamagne Tha God’s book, which basically chronicled his growing pains (from troubled young man living in Moncks Corner, South Carolina to popular radio personality in the number one market and across the nation). The main takeaway was that many achievements are usually not accomplished overnight, although social media may create an illusion.

With that in mind, I spent a lot of time thinking about the words I shared on instagram last night. I know my journey is just starting and I’m no Charlamagne, but it was important for me to point out that I didn’t magically win 2 Emmy awards.

As I mentioned in last night’s post (featured below), I have lots of people to thank.

Being a journalist is tough and making the decision to pursue this career was even more difficult. I had to first get over the doubt and the naysayers. I also had to reassure my parents that I would be ok, despite the low starting salary and unusual hours. I’m so glad they trusted me.

To be honest, I felt crazy in the first few months of my career.

I was a multimedia journalist (MMJ), in a town much smaller than what I was accustomed to in New York and New Jersey and I felt lonely in my first one bedroom apartment. I was often times homesick.

Eventually my colleagues became my family (which is typically what happens everywhere I work).

At my next stop, in Louisville, I felt a little more comfortable but I still felt homesick. I was even farther from my family (10 hours). I’m sure it’s a feeling many journalists can relate to.

Despite the loneliness I felt, I don’t regret one bit of any of those moments. They made me stronger. I learned so much in Louisville that I probably couldn’t learn anywhere else. Not only was I a better reporter, but I also found a few amazing friends. I believe they were placed in my life for a reason.

Being back in D.C. is a dream come true. I can’t quite put it into words. For the first few months, I wanted someone to pinch me. It feels familiar. It feels like home. It’s the city where I learned how to be a journalist and the young woman I am today.

This post wasn’t about the Emmy awards, it was a message to someone who needed a little extra motivation to keep going.

“If the ship doesn’t make it, you will.” – Rev. Dr. Howard-John Wesley

 

This Emmy Award is a reminder that all my sacrifices were not in vain. It’s a reminder that my dreams are real. A reminder that I am good enough. A reminder that nothing good comes easy. A reminder that God makes a way out of no way. Who would’ve thought that 15 years later, this Jamaican immigrant would accomplish all that I have. I don’t celebrate my accomplishments often, but this one is one that I’ve dreamt of for a long time. I have so many people to thank for this moment, including my many mentors, the many organizations that believed in me when I wasn’t sure I had what it takes (Howard University, NABJ, T. Howard, Meredith Cronkite Fellowship, UNC-CBC Diversity Fellowship and my current and former bosses who believe(d) in me. Thanks for taking a risk. This year the real MVP was my bae @samantha.chatman, who told me not to give up on my passion. Trust me, I was close. I love you. I can never repay you. And, last but not least, my rocks…my family (my siblings, aunts and uncles and my parents). A big shout out to my parents who have always showered with me love, which kept me going. #CapitalEmmys ———————— This Emmy was for our @nmaahc coverage. We witnessed and documented history. Thank you for that opportunity.

A post shared by Anna-Lysa Gayle (@annalysagayle) on Jun 24, 2017 at 6:30pm PDT

 

 

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