The journal entry was dated April 7, 1985. It said:
I want to be an author when I grow up.
And now a little about the person who wrote that journal entry…
I was born in Fort Worth, Texas, in 1977. When I was seven, I moved with my family to rural Keller, sixteen miles away. With a population of a little over 4,000 and only one traffic light, this was the kind of town where you could keep your front door unlocked (and most of the time we did.)
After graduating from high school, I went on to Texas A&M University. It was here that I met my future husband while playing on the racquetball team. You could say it was “love at first serve.” During my senior year, I studied international marketing and international management through a study abroad program in Spain. In 1999, after changing my major four times, I graduated with a B.A. in Business Finance.
After college, I spent a brief (and I do mean brief) period of time as a flight attendant for American Airlines. In fact, I spent longer in training than actually employed. On my last turbulent-filled flight, I promised I’ll quit and go back home if we can just land safely. The plane landed safely and I kept my promise.
A few months later, my husband and I were married and soon after, I began working in the financial services industry. I passed the Series 7 (“stockbroker license”) and Series 24 and realized that I enjoyed studying and taking the exams more than actually working. It wasn’t the right environment for my personality, and my husband was traveling a lot. So after a year, I quit this job, my husband and I put our belongings in storage, and we traveled wherever his company sent us. We were in a hotel in Portland, Oregon, when 9/11 happened. We were next relocated to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, then to Chicago, and finally to Irvine, California. After a year of being “gypsies” and traveling all over the country, my husband and I settled back in the Dallas Fort Worth area (home).
In 2003, I started working part-time in customer service at WalkTheTalk.com, a publishing company. Eventually, I moved into editing and writing. Finally, everything was coming together and I felt that I was in the right environment.
As my career grew, so did our family. Our first child was born in 2004. Having a baby helped me to realize that I was stronger than I thought. When our son was thirteen months old, I competed in (and finished!) my first (and at this point only) triathlon. In 2006 our daughter was born. Our family is now complete.
I look back at that journal entry from 1985 and smile. Life took me down a different path for a number of years, but here I am, writing a biography for my author website. Thanks for reading it and for being part of the journey.