Why I Write

I am writing this blog to chronicle my journey as a new writer.

When I was eighteen my dad asked me a question. "What do you want to do."
I answered with no hesitation. "I want to write."
"No" was his reply and so I didn't go to school for writing. That was many years ago. I am older and wiser and I understand why he said no at the time.

I went on with life I met someone and married. We had a beautiful baby girl together. Then after many difficulties designed to let me know this was not going to work we went our separate ways.  I kept the beautiful baby girl who was born with a genetic illness. Best thing I have ever done.

Many years passed and I realized I was in trouble. I was working a job I really didn't like anymore. Not because it was a bad job no actually its a great job. Yet i was changing and the job wasn't. My needs were changing and the job wasn't. In the end I was starting to feel like I was in bondage. I had stopped growing.

One day my nephew said to me at the glorious age of eighteen Aunt Serena I want you to watch this movie on youtube called The Secret. I assured him I would when I had time. One month turned into another and I never watched it and he kept asking. So right about October 2012 I gave in and booted up my laptop. I was enthralled by the concept.

That's when my discontent became severe. I would walk the corridors of my mind just wearing out the floor. How can I make a difference in my life what can I do? I decided I wanted to be an entrepreneur to own my own business and to take a chance even if it meant I failed.

Unfortunately I saw no way of making that happened so I simply stewed and fretted. That year for Christmas my daughter was in the hospital. If your child has ever been sick during the holidays you may understand what I am saying. There is something in your heart that just wants to make the situation better. If you can't change the illness then you simply want to make their surroundings better. Maybe be able to spend more time with them. You want to provide a better life for them to enjoy during the times they are not sick.

I wanted all those things and more. That Christmas my sister handed me a present in a Barnes and Nobles bag. I wonder what it could be, a book? Of course it was a book. It was by Jack Canfield, The Success Principles. I took it back to the hospital, I had gone to pick up my mom, and later that night we started reading it together. Anything to take her mind off the pain.

I read it cover to cover and I started to wonder if my life could be better. I had never spent much time thinking about the fact that some people actually loved what they did for a living. It was such a novel concept for me. So I decided I needed to learn new things but how I asked myself. I didn't have the money to go back to school and with a sick child even internet school was more than I could handle.

Finally I decided on watching motivational videos.