I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but have been leery to give it a try. What if I’m no good? I had a talent for it way back when, but what if it’s been too long? What if that’s gone? My former job of 17 years (!) involved, a great deal of writing, but it was all technical, business related. I worry that I’ve lost my ability to be creative.
After a breakdown brought on by anxiety, I concluded that I had basically been slapped in the face with the fact that it was time for a change. I took this as a sign that God was trying to get my attention. Apparently, I’d been ignoring the subtle signs, and it took a major meltdown for me to take action. I’ve since pledged to myself to be on the look out from now on and not to let things get to that point.
I’m excited about the opportunity to explore my interest in writing. (Ok, if I’m honest, I alternate between eager and a bit apprehensive, but more often I’m excited.)
I am a wife and mother, and my faith is important to me. I am striving for some balance in my life, and I plan on sharing my thoughts, stories, interests, words of encouragement, and maybe some favorite books and art as well.
Wish me luck!