The Times employs one staff person in Nairobi to cover Kenya, Tanzania, Uganda, Rwanda, Burundi, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Djibouti, Somalia, Sudan, South Sudan, Ethiopia, Eritrea and the Seychelles — 13 very different countries that sweep up more than 400 million people and 3.3 million square miles. We have similar hubs elsewhere around the world. How does one person cover an entire country, let alone 13? We rely tremendously on stringers (local journalists) and get occasional directives from our bosses back in New York, but an enormous amount of what we do is left up to the judgment and interests of the individual correspondent.

My file folders revealed the decisions I had made. Here were some of the bulging ones: “Laptop Bomb,” “Drought 2016,” “Male Rape,” “Ivory Poaching,” “Kidnappings,” “Pirates,” “Pirates 2013,” “Pirates in Kenya.” The thinner folders were on subjects I had hoped to pursue but hadn’t. Like one on a moving friendship in a Nairobi slum between two boys, one with spina bifida. Because the slum’s footpaths were too muddy and decrepit for a wheelchair, the other boy carried his disabled friend every day, to and from school, on his back. That could have been a front-page story for us. Kenya’s Daily Nation newspaper wrote a beautiful piece on it. I regret to this day that I never met those boys.

Why I didn’t and how I became such a specialist in despair is a longer story. Suffice it to say that I felt a responsibility to cover conflict and injustices, because maybe, if I wrote about them, things would change. I think many journalists go into this profession with a similar sense of idealism, though of course we have to keep our guard up about being sanctimonious. I don’t believe it’s our job to present news as good or bad, positive or negative. Most stories contain both. But we need to be mindful about the bigger picture we paint. And though I did write many stories that weren’t centered on war (or pirates, for that matter) I’m sure I could have done more. I wish I knew the right balance.

It was only in cleaning out all the drawers and leaving the cupboards as empty as I found them that I saw, for the first time in such clear terms, how I had covered this part of the world. In a week I’m off to a new beat, as the next bureau chief for South Asia. Note to self: Step back every year and go through the files. Then you can make adjustments to your course while you’re still on it. And this doesn’t have to be limited to journalism. It could pertain to anything.