On this side of the rainbow...

If you would have met me ten years ago, you probably would of thought I was going nowhere, fast. If you knew me, you probably would of thought that I would have eventually ended up pumping gas as my career of choice. It's funny how life works sometimes. Writing has been my sanctuary for most of my life but, it took the loss of a dear friend, and a brush with death to make me push myself. Most people, live in fear their whole lives. They never venture outside of their little bubble to see what's really out there, to see what they can really make of themselves. I was one of those people. Everything frightened me, failure, life, death. It wasn't until I died that I actually had a moment of clarity. I had to honestly ask myself what I was doing. What did I really want out of this beautiful gift called life? I learned that even though, you live your life one way, you can always change it for the better. You shouldn't live in fear and you shouldn't live your life full of regret.

In the end, writing is my fulfillment in life, my sanctuary, my passion. I was given a second chance at life and decided I didn't want to waste another second of it. Life is precious, it's a huge gift, wrapped with a decorative bow. And it's up to you, to make something of it. What are your passions? I couldn't live without my writing. What is the one thing you couldn't live without?