AnnieNov2018 35

There’s one thing I’ve done for as long as I can remember, write. Even if all I was writing was a story in my head, or simply writing to process my emotions and tell them to myself in a story form, I was writing. Poetry, novels, children’s books, journaling, etc. 

The most obvious thing I was always doing, somehow slipped my awareness when it came to wonder what I would DO with my life. So, as one of my daughter, Elizabeth, told me today, I sort of became a “job slut”, which I laughed at because she’s right. I’ve tried so many things, and confusingly I’ve been pretty good at all of them. They all fit in many ways, and yet they weren’t writing…