When I was younger and was asked “what do you wanna be when you grow up?”, I had no clue. Now that I am older and wiser (I think), I realized that I never said “famous”. What was I thinking?
I could have been chasing the dream of being on a stage in front of millions of people while they worshipped me. LOL
I did wanna sing, but my cousin’s voice was better than mine (or so I thought) and my friend used to always say “you saw hoarse when you sing” which was another bad thought that would eventually squash my singing career. Since I now know what hating is……I realized that my childhood friend was a hater. I can sing. Maybe not to be on stage with Beyonce, but I manage. LOL
I never thought for once that I would be a writer.
I wrote things all the time when I was a little girl.
I was a sad, miserable child with only grandparents to raise me.
Writing was my outlet to releasing anger and frustration.
Now….I just write.
Angry or happy or sad….I write.
I am an author.
I am a writer.
I am me.
What do I wanna be when I grow up?