So a few months back I received an email from a long time friend. We go all the way back--elementary school... Anyway, she just made a comment that has stuck with me ever since I received that email--it went something like this: "It has only taken me 27 years, but I think I have found it"
The 'It' being referred to would be... in answer to the universally asked question: What do you want to do/be when you grow up?
I was so excited for her, but at the same time, I started to wonder about myself. Isn't this always the situation to instigate self reflection?
It occurred to me, not too long after these conversations, the one with my friend via email and the one with myself in my head, that it had been staring me in the face for years, I just hadn't done anything about it.
I wanted to write!
I used to write a lot. All the time, but it has been almost ten years since I had written anything. Not so much because I didn't want to or didn't have inspirations...but life just got in the way. After a couple long talks, this time out loud with my oldest friend and another with my husband, and much self reflection, I had to start chasing the dream I didn't realize was there.
So this is where my journey began... Working full time, a toddler at home and another baby on the way, sleep was suddenly at the bottom of my list...eight months later, adding a newborn to the mix. This bug bit me and I haven't stopped since. I have since finished my first manuscript and have several other projects I am working on at the same time.
Hey- if I'm going to be awake with a baby anyway, I might as well be working toward something...
I have no idea what, if anything, will come of this, but only time will tell...