Keep your dreams alive. No leotard required.
When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a dolphin trainer, hand model, or professional cartwheeler. Writer seemed like a pipe dream—way too unrealistic. Somebody would pay me to write? Impossible. If you’re doing what you love, I know you feel the same way. Lucky. Blessed. Gobsmacked. And thankful your job doesn’t require a wetsuit or leotard.
My passion is hearing your passion, and distilling it into meaningful, inviting words. Doing this is a dream come true. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Not even dolphins or gold medals,