I’m 31 years old and I know now what I want to do when I grow up. I want to be a writer. It’s been a long, meandering road full of both success and failure. There has been excitement and adventure. I have made a lot of money at times. I have made almost no money at other times. I have succeeded at one career, chased other careers, and struggled at still others.
I’m not about to quit what I’m doing now. Not yet anyway.
Deep down I’ve always been a writer.
While sorting through my garage a few weeks ago I found the 36 page preview of the 1995 Major League Baseball season I wrote when I was 15 years old. Those were the days I was writing for my middle school newspaper. Later, I’d write for the high school paper. But it was not just the papers. I was always writing. There are binders and binders full of my pen to paper in my garage.
Just before I graduated from high school and headed off to college one of my teachers said to me, “You have the soul of a writer you know.”
I’ve never forgotten that.
And I think that’s why I still remember how offended I was when a former boss suggested that writing was not my gifting.
I knew I had the soul of a writer.
For several months my wife Monica and I have been creating content on our niche family travel blog FamilyTrek.org. I wanted to start this blog though to begin exploring other topics that don’t really fit that blog.
This is my first post.
And I have begun.