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22 February 2013

In honor of my father: I believed you

Today is my dad's birthday.
PeePaw with Puck and Tink
July 2012

We haven't always had the best relationship, but we're much closer than we were. I know he loves me, and is an amazing, loving grandpa to Puck and Tink.

When I was a kid, my dad was always very supportive of me finding my best path. He believed, and told me often, that I could do and be whatever I wanted. He made sure I knew that as long as I put in the effort required, I could be successful in whatever I chose to do. There were times I thought it was one of those things parents say to their kids because they have to. But he said it enough that eventually

I believed him.

And now I'm a writer by passion and by trade.

Whether my dad meant what he said at the time or not, I decided that he was right. I could do whatever I wanted. And I wanted to be a writer. So I am.

It hasn't always been easy. In high school, I was told that if I wanted to be a writer, I should become an English teacher and write as a hobby since that was the only way I could make a living. In college (not the college from which I graduated) I was told that if I wanted to be a writer, I should become a journalist since that is the only way to have a career that involves writing.

Then I became a marketing specialist at my alma mater and was introduced to the world of marketing writing. Then I was a freelance writer for about four years. And now I am a full-time salaried employee as a writer in the marketing department for an amazing business.

It isn't all business writing, though. I make time to work on the collection, and yesterday at poetry group I read two original poems (which were well-received). And someone I know from poetry encouraged me to try and get a play produced locally, which is something I'd never considered.

I am happy with my career path. I'm excited about what the future may bring. And it's all because I believed my dad years and years ago.

Happy Birthday, PawPaw.

11 June 2012

My Life's Work

Thanks to Allena T. on Twitter, I was able to read this article this morning about how to tell whether or not you've found your life's work. As I was reading through it, I happily realized that I am, in fact, doing my life's work.

There came a point in my life and career when writing was no longer something I did. Instead, a writer was something I was. And though I spend a lot of days terrified of what I'm doing, doubting myself, worried that the summer of 2008 was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, I also spend more days excited to sit down to work, staying up late to finish fun projects, and telling anyone who will listen about the cool new thing I'm working on this week.

Yes, it's hard, and people think I'm crazy for choosing this crazy career path. It would be so much easier to have a "real" job to go to every day, wouldn't it? Well, in some ways, I'm sure it would be easier. It would be more regulated, when I got home I'd be able to be fully home (and not working), and I wouldn't get strange looks when I tell people what I do for a living.

On the other hand, I really and truly can't imagine doing anything except what I'm doing. Seriously. I wake up in the mornings and get to do something I love every day, and the best part is, I get to play with Puck and Tink in between articles and client emails. What could be better?

This is my life's work, and this is right where I'm supposed to be.