Writer & Daydreamer. Circa. 1984.

MissDrepants_Blog_WritingBrainstormingI have been a writer since… I don’t even remember when. My first poem? Age 6. Exact dates are fuzzy but I do remember it being about pimples and the perils involved. I wish I could say it was something more romantic or intellectual. But it wasn’t. Actually, I quite like that it was awkward and genuine. And imaginative. Seriously, what 6 year old do you know with pimples? If memory serves me correctly, I followed that piece with a poem about being pregnant at the tender age of 8 which I am certain set my parents into a full blown panic.

I spent many a minute daydreaming, dancing with my imagination and writing as much of it down as my hands would allow. I recall at a young age, having my mom encourage me to focus on my writing and follow it as a career path. Shaking my fist at the sky, I swore to never take something I love as much as writing, and put it up for sale. With that said, I have come to realize how fortunate I am to have been able to do things I really enjoy for a living. With fond memories of every single experience i’ve encountered and all that i’ve learned. Freelance artist. Curator. Waitress by night. Art model. Event planning. Most recently an esthetician. All of these have played a major role in my journey and I consider them incredibly golden.

So why not go for it and do something I absolutely love?!? Writing. (Gulp)

Being a writer never meant that I needed to be someone else. Much the opposite. It means I need to be incredibly, entirely and precisely me. With that conviction comes my stylistic voice. Figuring out and celebrating what makes me uniquely me. There is no one trying to change how I write, only those who connect with it and those who don’t. This thought has brought me immense peace and happiness beyond belief. I’ve realized I don’t need to change. I simply need to do.

Creating. Brainstorming. Imagining. Really?!? I get to do these daily?!?! Brilliant! And so it goes that I find myself bringing together all of the things I love to do into one happy bundle. All of a sudden it makes perfect sense. And for this, I am grateful.

What’s your passion? If you could wake up and do one thing for a living that would make your heart smile, what would it be? Share your dreams below!