Thoughts on finding your place, after losing your place, straight from my journal. — When reported.ly folded, countless people asked me what I was doing next. The first answer was, “going on a hippie-dippie retreat because I don’t remember how to just be.” That’s still true. I have a few plans now (freelancing, training journalists in Vegas, working with UC Berkeley’s Human Rights Investigations Lab, any idea you might propose to me). It’s still a time of waiting for me. Waiting for my mind to get to the right place, waiting for answers, waiting.