It took me about seven and half years to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I thought of maybe being a nurse, a psychologist, and a social worker. There is nothing wrong with none of those things. I still have a huge passion for psychology. However, the passion doesn’t goes as deep as my passion for writing does. I wanted to more creative but mysterious in a way. I wanted to share a piece of me but I wanted people to wonder who this woman was that was sharing such a personal part of her to everyone.
I thought a couple of months about what I wanted to do, and I decided that I wanted to write, become a writer. When I was younger I kept journals after journals of everyday things, boys, my feelings, plans, my friends, etc. Some people told me that I would never make a living being a writer and it also stuck in the back of my mind. It wasn’t until this year that I started having an itch to write. I started working as administrative assistant at a nonprofit and became a blogger. I felt free and so creative, so alive. As time passed I started writing a book and enrolled back in school for English. My ultimate goal in the end is to write autobiography about myself and all the things that I went through in my young adult life. I hope to reach the lives of young girls that maybe going through some of the same things that I went through. Tying in psychology with being a writer and doing motivational speaking as well. For me, that’s living.