I fell off the corporate ladder in October of 2010. Technically, I was pushed, and I can attest to the truism–the higher you climb, the harder you fall. For more than a year I rode a litigious, soul-crushing roller coaster of he said/ she said. Throughout this painful ordeal, (as painful ordeals often go), I was reminded of what was important. It became prismatically clear that my life would never again be a pursuit of property, but of passions.
My first short story was written when I was 11. I found it shortly after my dramatic fall from livelihood and while my soul-searching process was in full swing. It was hidden away in an old, yellowed diary under miniature lock and key. It was in my parent’s basement, buried in a plastic bin, in another state, thousands of miles away. Along with that story was another I had submitted for publication when I was 15.
Sitting there on that dust-moted floor holding these memories, I cried. I cried because I finally acknowledged something I’d always known but denied to avoid the angst of self-doubt and fear of failure. I wanted to write stories.
So now, over two years later, I write. I started this blog in October of 2011 and since then, I’ve had several stories syndicated on mom-focused websites.
I have since re-entered the workforce (albeit very part-time) as a Social Media Coordinator for a mom website. Don’t ask me how, but I found a way to turn the fruitless hours I spend on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest into a bowl of cherries. That, or I was just desperate to justify my addiction to The Internets.
I live near Seattle with my husband, toddler daughter and infant son. You should know that I use a lot of sarcasm and tend to over-share. I apologize for neither.
Thanks for stopping by and please leave comments if you are moved to do so because I’m more insecure than I’d care to admit.