I’ve been contemplating the idea of pursing a freelance writing career for years, but something was holding me back. I now know that something was the fear of failure. Living a life filled with struggle was something I was all too familiar with. I watched my parent’s trade comfort & the option to pay their bills on time for personal fulfillment. Was the sacrifice worth the struggle? Back then, I would have said, no, but now, I would say yes because no matter how much I told myself that I was just working a regular job to make enough money to pay the bills, I knew that I was losing my sense of self in the process. I knew my parents lost themselves as well.
The mind-numbing work I was doing was taking its toll on me; it was almost as if I were being eaten alive. The more time I spent stapling, photocopying or processing bills, the more disconnected I became to what I truly loved — writing. When I came home, I didn’t have the time to focus on being creative because I was mentally exhausted and burned out. My day consisted of working, eating, and sleeping. It was a bad trade-off, I know, but like countless others, I didn’t know what else to do. So now, I’ve decided to adopt my brother’s philosophy and live a life filled with no regrets.
I’m taking a chance, striving for ultimate happiness through my desire to become a writer. I’ve been told that these types of chances rarely come along, so I am extremely grateful because I now have what I had been searching for over the years — the gift of time.
I will finish any writing projects that have been in the works in the last year or two and will begin working on a new magazine for children. A huge thank you goes out to all of my friends and family who not only believed in my work, but also believed in me.
Special thanks also goes out to my husband who has shared in every creative block, success, and moment of despair. So I’m off, dreaming big and small, working towards meeting new people and obsessing over my craft. Ciao!
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