Against the moonlit sky high above Ocheyedan, the masked superhero Power Femme stands tall, looking out over the masses sleeping quietly in their homes. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks over the quiet community below. The smile begins to fade slightly as she turns and heads back toward her lair. This will be one of the last patrols she makes.
Once she arrives back at her lair, she removes her superhero garb and once again becomes an average joe. The hanging cape in the corner produces a sigh and a single tear from our masked heroine before she closes the door on that chapter.
It is time to move on to a new adventure, one that will take her into the wilds of southern Minnesota in a way she’d not been privy to before. The time has come to hand over the reins to the next hero on the rise to keep watch and protect the little guys. A new voice will rise to tell the stories of those who can’t speak for themselves.
Although the door has been closed, she knows in her heart that she can’t entirely make a clean break. It is too ingrained in her blood. She will still answer the call when she’s able or needed but knows things will be just fine without her in very capable hands.
Yep folks, I suppose this blog is my pseudo-swan song. I’ve accepted a position at the Globe in the advertising department. It is a change from what I’ve been doing for the past seven years, and it presents new challenges. I am excited to see what the opportunity has in store for me. Of course, I am sad to leave as well.
I have one of the awesomest, sometimes thankless, most often criticized jobs in the world. I get to tell people’s stories — some good, some bad. My day is never the same twice, which for someone who gets easily bored is a blessing.
I’ve had the good fortune of interviewing and working with a lot of great people in the community over the past few years, and have learned things and had experiences I likely never would have otherwise.
When I first moved to Ocheyedan, I would tell the 4-H kids everything I know about farming I learned from playing Farmville. Now I’ve had the opportunity to see rabbits, pigs, cows, chickens, goats (my favorite), sheep, alpacas and even bison up close and personal.
I’ve met countless students at many area schools sharing their hard work and achievements. I’ve had the fortune of working with them one on one based on being “the newspaper lady” and have even had speaking engagements to share what I love about my job.
I still plan to keep writing my blog. For me my blogs are cathartic and cheaper than therapy so I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon. It may be online only from here on (not entirely sure about that). So if you like reading my ramblings, you can find them here — powerfemmeadventures.areavoices.com. There’s even a subscribe button so you don’t miss it when I get a wild hair to put fingers to keyboard.
Until then, fair readers, I appreciate all of you and the support I’ve gotten over the years. I even appreciate the haters out there, too. But for now, this is me signing off.