The Day I Snapped Out of It & Started Professional Blogging
I never could have imagined that a lighthearted conversation over something funny that a kid said would change my life in such a big way. I was nearing the end of my pregnancy and sitting with my sister-in-law at a family gathering. She told me a story about how my niece asked her what it was that she wanted to grow up to be, as a little girl. “A veterinarian,” was the answer. My niece proceeded, “did you become one?”
We laughed and joked about how she clearly had no idea what her mom went off to do all day every day. (My sister in-law is not a veterinarian.)
It was a cute and funny story but later on it hit me like a ton of bricks.
What if this were to happen to me?
What if my son one day asked the question?
I’m sure most children do.
I’m also sure most parents have moved on from their childhood dream jobs. But I hadn’t.
I have held the dream in my heart of becoming a writer for as long as I can remember. I have journals upon journals packed away in bins and files upon files on jump drives and internet clouds. Things that I have written – lists, outlines, prefaces even whole chapters for books. I have articles waiting to be sent, waiting to be read.
I even have a novel I set out to (and did) write in one year. I didn’t write it to publish it, I wrote it as therapy. But I have often thought that maybe I should… someday
After that conversation, thoughts of having a similar conversation with my son, someday, haunted me.
What if my sweet boy looked at me one day and asked the question? What if I told him I wanted to be a writer?
And what if he asked if I had become one?
Could I laugh it off as a funny story?
I knew that I couldn’t say “no” without feeling the sting of an unfulfilled dream. I couldn’t smile and say, “kids say the darnedest things”.
It wouldn’t be a story I would share with friends or family.
There is nothing funny about being too afraid, too busy or too tired to pursue a dream.
This was a major turning point for me.
I knew that I had to become a writer. It was no longer just my dream but it was now my son’s empowerment – it would be proof that he could do anything he set his mind to do.
I didn’t have much to invest, so with just $14 I started my blog – my only goal being that one day when that question was asked, I could say “yes”.
One year later, this goal has evolved into so much more and, though I still have a lot of work ahead of me, I have accomplished the one thing I set out to do.
I am a writer.
I write things that people actually read and I even get paid!
Sometimes I wish I had done it so much sooner but in a way I’m glad that I didn’t. Now, I can look my son in the eye when he asks that question and I can proudly say, “Yes, all because of you.”
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