I never knew that when I started out on this journey. This beautiful, fulfilling, tear out your hair journey of writing that it could give so much. It has done so much for me, my mind, my soul, and what’s even more amazing is that it affects those around me, or dare I say, I affect them.

It started when I decided that I would tell the people around me my new life path, I had to. I had to accept myself as a writer, and to believe it myself I had to be accountable to others and maybe have them believe it too. This fabulous thing happens when I start to share what I am doing. My eyes light up, I’m animated, and if I didn’t know better I’d say I glowed from within. I show passion, speak with passion and exude a passion that people notice. And this inspires those around me to follow their dreams and if not pursue them, think about them, toss them around in their head and dream that delicious dream. How wonderful that I can be this, if nothing else. Not only do I get to better my life but the lives of those around me, how great is that?

And it’s not a selfish passion either. I want those around me to share in it too. I can’t tell you the amount of people I know who have said to me, “I’ve always wanted to write a book.” “Do it,” I say. “If I can, then you can.” Some have even started.

I tell yah, at this point I don’t know where I’m going with this or how I’m gonna get there. But I do know I don’t want to be anywhere else. And if I can help just one person feel half as lucky as I do then I just made it that much better. So do something, anything, do that thing that you always wanted and tell someone about it, share it, even if you think it’s stupid, risk it, and inspire someone else to really live.