Today is one of those days where I am reminded about what almost wasn't. Fourteen years ago today I put on this fluffy, white dress with lace and beads all over it and walked down the aisle of a church and said "I do" knowing I shouldn't and did it anyways. Now, I can't have any regrets = I have learned a lot and I have the light of my life - my joy - my bug. Her's was a life that was almost over before it started. That was when I woke up and decided I'd had enough and took a plane from one end of the country to the other.
Since then, I have realized - yeah, I have - I almost said nearly realized - but that isn't quite the truth - I have realized some dreams - I am a writer, I have gone back to school - I have two associates and will graduate with my Bachelors in April, I earn my own money, and I carry my head high. Along the way there have been highs and lows. I have lost loved ones, welcomed new ones into the family, and met some wonderful people. A few of whom are fellow writers (Brynn, Bronwyn, Cheryl, Leslie, and Jen - to name a few) and helped me to grow as writer and go for my dreams.
Every once and a while - on days like today - I wonder if I'd still been a writer if things had gone different. They didn't and I'm glad. But, the answer is yes, I'd still be a writer - I've been a storyteller since I can remember (much to the dismay of parents and teachers) but I'd have been ashamed and unable to grow and learn and get better.
Me - I love being a writer. Sure, there are easier things to be, but why?
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