I recently was blessed in achieving a lifelong dream of publishing my first book. I was never the girl who flipped through bridal magazines in high school eagerly folding and circling pages of future wedding day glamour to come, and I never chimed into conversations where my friends laid claim to the names of their future children. And I have to admit I've always felt a little odd those things didn't register with me the way they appeared to factor into the lives of so many of my peers. But I was always the girl sitting in her room, writing. I'd write poems, memoirs, invent fiction, conjure up life reflections and dream of a day I could hold a book with insights I could share with the world.
Fast-forward to age 31, and I am seeing that dream breach into reality. And yes, it's everything I thought it would be...and wouldn't be at the same time.
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