I feel like I knew all along what I always wanted to do, but needed my messy path to pull it out of me.
Let me begin at the beginning. Entering college I was completely clueless. I had absolutely no direction and chose my major solely based on what it was I liked to do. Naturally, I became an English major. I quickly found out this was not for me. It felt more like a directionless direction I would be following. Wanting to still write, but also be creative I headed towards the University of Florida’s College of Journalism and received my degree in Advertising. However three fourths of my way through this degree I was fully aware that this also did not feel like the right choice for me. “What do I want to do in life? With life?” was the question I struggled with for years.
Finishing my advertising degree I immediately jumped into pursuing a masters degree in elementary education. I loved kids. I loved helping people. I loved being creative. I knew this would be the best career for me…or not. A few years into it I started to feel unenthusiastic about this lifetime career of mine. My last year I finished up as an instructional coach and it was by far the best “working” year of my life. I had my son. Planned on going back. Plans changed. I was now done with the education sector of my life.
Being a stay at home mom was/is great (deeeeeeeeeeeeep breath). It is. But it’s also very challenging in that it is completely thankless. Actually worse than thankless. Is mom-servant a word? I found myself always wanting a little more and always wondering what was next? When my kids entered school full time I absolutely positively knew I would not be able to stay home (and this time was coming sooner than I would have liked it). I am a mover. I do not sit still very well. I had a part time job doing sales for baby products which was awesome, but not enough.
One night I was lying in bed and made the decision “I will write a children’s book.” The idea did not come suddenly. It had been stirring around in my head for a few years, but I never had the courage to say it aloud and believe I could do it. This sounds so crazy; the notion of not believing I could write a simple children’s book. I knew I could, but would I be BRAVE enough to do it? To tell my husband? To fund this possible profit free project? AND put myself out there for a highly possible failure?
It was time. I always knew I needed something like this. BRAVE is the title of my children’s book. It’s titled and meant to help children feel brave at bedtime and always, but maybe it was actually written for me. To help me feel brave always and know there IS nothing to fear. I hope that both adults and children will enjoy my book, always have courage, and be BRAVE.