Lessons Learning

Someone once told me that the time it takes to get over a relationship is equal to at least the time you spent in it. If that's the case, then I'm going to be spending the next nine months getting over my pleasant little affair with the CBC.

In previous posts I've talked about how it made me feel to be at the national broadcaster; how I felt I had a duty to my community and to my country to stay there and make what progress I could on behalf of the things I believe in. I like to think I did that, and did it well. But my contract has come up, and despite a number of irons in the fire, things appear to be over. For now, anyway. As they say about relationships these days, "it's complicated."

It was quite a ride. The Gill Deacon Show was a glorious experiment, and one that might well have worked, given a little bit of time to breathe and mature. Other shows I worked for had much to teach me in their own ways - from the edgy advocacy of Underdogs to the slick hipness of Fashion File Host Hunt. Not to mention a truly amazing ten days on the road with Phil Keoghan and the No Opportunity Wasted crew.

It's been a great time to be at the CBC in a lot of ways. Despite the many perils and pitfalls inherent in beauracratic institutions, there's a lot of change and growth going on in the big building on Front Street. Some good people with really bright minds are doing their best to serve the public interest, and when they succeed it's a beautiful thing.

I'm proud to have been a part of some successes. I'm disappointed I didn't find a new role before my contract ran out. I'd be pleased to be on the team again, and maybe one day I will be.

Meanwhile, I'll be taking about nine months of lessons for the learning with me, wherever I go next. What more can a guy do?

So long, sweetheart. Thanks for the memories. Going, going... gone.