When I was young, I loved to write stories. It was my passion. I always knew the answer to the repetitive question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My proud, confident answer: A novelist.
Today, as an adult, I am not a novelist. I spent the last 15 years behind a desk, making a comfortable salary and daydreaming what my life would’ve been like had I chosen the other fork in the road.
As fate would have it, I no longer have my office job. This was by choice; a scary but unquestionable choice, dictated by whoever’s really running this show. I’m 35 now, recently married, with a baby who I’m determined to show up for as the fullest version of myself.
I may not be a novelist yet, but I will come here to write. If you’re into deep thoughts about the universe, energy, frequency, parapsychology, and spirituality without religion, I think you’ll like it here.
