Deliver Words
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When I was 13, I set my alarm for an ungodly hour. In the dark, right before dawn, I peddled my bike to the nearest grocery store parking lot.
Under the glow of fluorescent lights alongside a couple other carriers, I peeled the plastic strap off a newspaper bundle and counted out my papers. Always checking for new subscribers, cancellations or vacation holds.
Then, one by one, I curled and rubber banded each paper, tucking them into the twin wire baskets on the back of my bike.
Today I’m a writer. A restless, insecure one sometimes, but a writer nonetheless. Just recently I realized that my first job was working with written words, too. Who knew?
Back then, and today, I have a job to do. Deliver words.
Somedays a paper route sounds easier.
Read the rest of Tiffany's post here. It’s part of a series, What I Learned From My First Job. Read all the entries here.
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