I am reinventing myself.  Or maybe more accurately, rediscovering myself.

I. am. a. writer.  (if I say it enough times it becomes true, right?)  🙂

When I was 5 I wanted to be a writer.  I created a paper called the Harlan Gazette and sold it to my grandparents.  It only included good news.

When I was 10 I wanted to be a writer.  I wrote poems about the planets and a short story called Jerry & the Tipperan about a boy who was visited by aliens.

When I was 15 I wanted to be a writer.  I wrote my journal to the unknown audience who would read it after I died and dreamed of traveling the world writing for National Geographic.

When I was 20 I wanted to be a writer.  I took poetry and fiction classes while pursuing my journalism degree.

Somewhere along the way I got sidetracked.  I became a bookseller (which I loved) but then spent t 15 years having an identity crises and trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

I’m reclaiming the dream.  I. am. a. writer.  Get ready to read.


2 thoughts on “ReInvention”

  1. I would love to know what I want to be…. I’ve never figured it out! Kudos to you Sun Valley Mom for living your dream!

  2. Well said! It is so easy to get distracted with the hub-lub of daily activities, and then to lose sight of I. Am. A Writer. Have you read “Triggering Town”? I enjoy that quite a lot.

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