I remember...

... being a reporter. It's been two years, but I remember what it's like, the good and the bad.

I remember feeling like I know absolutely nothing.
I remember feeling nervous with sources on the phone.
I remember worrying about whether people would call me back in time.
I remember checking in constantly with editors.
I remember sitting in on press conferences without any idea of what the issue at hand was.
I remember the rush of spending five minutes preparing for an interview that's six minutes away, having just found out I was doing it about one minute before.
I remember the simultaneous education and agony of having my copy ripped apart.
I remember the soaring feeling that comes when a journalist you respect compliments your work.

This is different than doing payroll.
This is different than talking to angry readers.
This is different than leading the Sunday meeting.

I remember now.