I no longer work for the Uniting Church
In March this year, I handed in my notice, used up the remainder of my annual leave and walked out of the office for the last time. Logically, this means I’m no longer editor of Journey, which is sad because now nobody cares what I think about em dashes.
I loved working for Journey and I’m so, so proud of the work the team and I produced. In 2015 in particular we explored a lot of exciting topics: pacifism, postmodern theology, same-sex marriage, domestic violence, the drought in western Queensland, the effects of porn, women in ministry, cafe churches and church planting. I’m so pleased! It felt good to end on a strong note.
I can’t even begin to explain how much I learned while I was there. Comparing my 2013 editions to the work I did in 2015 shows a world of difference—as you’d hope. But after three years I started to feel like there was no room left to grow at a print publication with an audience reluctant to adopt digital content.
Still, working on Journey has given me the bug. I’m curious and want to report stories. I want to try my hand at a few new projects—whether that’s with a new employer or on my own in my spare time. Perhaps a podcast? A new YouTube series? I have some ideas buzzing around.
So why haven’t I started on any of them?
Well, because I’ve been out fulfilling a few dreams of mine first. Not long after I finished up at the Uniting Church I packed up all my stuff, put a few things in a backpack and jumped on a plane bound for London. I’ve been travelling ever since. My destinations, in order:
London, Amsterdam, Paris, Barcelona, Sitges, Madrid, Lisbon, Basel, Rome, Naples, Florence, Budapest, Prague, Krakow, Vienna, Friedrichshafen and Lindau, Munich, Darmstadt and Frankfurt, Berlin, Copenhagen and then to the United States.
In the US I’ve been to Placerville and Sacramento, Los Angeles, Phoenix, Austin, Chicago and Washington DC, where I’m typing this now.
Tomorrow I leave for Atlanta. A week later I’m going to Orlando and New Orleans after that. I still have a week or two spare before I fly back to Brisbane on 23 August, so maybe I’ll go to San Francisco or Denver on my way. I don’t know. Who knows. Who knows anything, really.
It feels so good to go on this trip. Partly for the trip itself, but also because this multi–month long journey has been years in the making and it just feels good to see things come to fruition. In the words of the queen, “I dream it, I work hard, I grind ’til I own it.” Three years isn’t that long to stay in a place, but I worked really hard and I’ve earned this.
But now, as July is drawing to a close, I am beginning to sniff around for jobs
I can’t be a travelling vagabond forever just causing mischief on Twitter for a living. A boy’s gotta eat. I’ve got my ~freshly updated~ resume to send, so please send any freelance opportunities and job openings across my desk. Employers that pay for content about religion, politics, queer stuff and general internet bants preferred.