In 2005, I took stock of my life. I was sitting at a reception desk, answering phones and feeling miserable.
I needed more.
Yet, with no college degree, no formal training in anything other than, “Good morning, thank you for calling [fill in company name here], this is Judith,” I knew I was unprepared.
What’s a girl to do?
So right there at work, I took out a sheet of paper and separated it into two columns: the first column would list all the things I was (legally) capable of doing in order to bring in revenue; and the second column listed the things I enjoyed doing that could possibly bring in revenue.
Through a process of elimination, writing came out on top. I fell in love with writing after I wrote my very first poem in Mrs. Pigeon’s fourth grade class (see “Thank You, Mrs. Pigeon,” on this site).
That very day I set a plan in motion which ultimately led me to this place. Here. Where I was meant to be.
I left my full-time position in December 2007 with no savings and barely a hope. But I did have faith.
Lots and lots of faith.
Turns out it wasn’t unfounded.
