I went to bed a writer and woke up an author. How surreal.
From a very young age, I knew I had a gift to give the world. It just took me 45 years to figure out the best vehicle to deliver it in. Now, only history will tell me if it was the right one.
Here’s what I know… I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. To wake up every morning, sit down in a cushy authorly chair, fire up my MacBook, and let these tormented thoughts channel through my eagerly awaiting fingers. There isn’t much else in the world that gives me that feeling. It’s when I feel like I’m a relevant part of this world.
I won’t linger too long with my thoughts. Just suffice it to say, today is the day that ushers in a new era.
Tomorrow, I may be insecure and neurotic again, but today I am steadfast and resolved.
Oh, and go buy my book please. I suppose I might want to begin leading with that.
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