There was no option. I HAD to write. I was leaving a marriage that I had been in for too long. I had to journal my way through the tears and pain and fear and uncertainty. In my words I found the courage to be true to myself. On the page I was honest, even if in real life I wasn’t. There was relief in putting words to my thoughts.
And then I did it. I left. And I was REALLY alone. No partner. No kids. Family lived away. So I did what any good salesperson would do. I worked.
Over the next three years, life threw me some curves and I needed to find a way to stay as sane as possible. I continued to write. But now I started writing for the public and other people actually read it.
Finally, enough time has passed that I now have enough courage to share my story in book form.
We are only here for such a short time. This book is my next version of “Geronimo”. It’s my shot at pushing my limits and finishing something that I started and throwing it out into the universe and see what happens next.