Here's the thing, growing up, if someone were to ask me what my passion was, that one thing that I loved doing that gave my life purpose and direction? I would have said, "I have no clue."
I've always been the girl that did what was expected of me; that's probably why I've always been a good student, kept a steady job and stayed out of trouble (for the most part ;)).
The last two years have changed my perspective on my life completely. I'm starting to see how wrong I've been about what would make me happy. I always thought I wanted a corporate job, to be some big shot executive with employees and an office in a high rise building. But now I know that isn't where my heart is anymore.
In a perfect world, I would love to wake up every day and write (how amazing would that be?). I don't have to be a bestselling author or at the top of every chart, I just want to be able to wake up and do what makes me happy every day.
I know it's not going to be easy. It's going to take a lot of hard work, commitment, tears and frustration, but I'm determined to succeed and make this dream of mine come true...