Why Not?

There have been quite a few times in my short 26 years that I have thought to myself  “well, that ship has sailed.”  In some ways, it’s a good thing. In others it’s a premature conclusion that I’ve jumped to given my age and current life status. I own a house, my own car, a pack of dogs & cats and I have other obligations that would make pursuing any career other than the one I have more than a little difficult.  Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with marketing and I seem to have a knack for it but I certainly don’t wake up in the morning and think to myself, “I can’t wait to design the next ad for Air conditioners and heaters.” 

Until recently (the start of this blog) I had all but given up the idea of having a career that I truly love.  And then… it happened, the “ah ha” moment came. I can’t count the number of times I said I could never foster dogs because I would fall in love with each and every one.  I feared I would eventually find myself living in a shack ransacked with dogs (not that that would be such a horrible thing) but alas, here I am. Tim and I have fostered well over 25 dogs and have only foster failed once, with Massey. Yes, I have and will continue to fall in love with each dog and believe me; Tim could have used an arch to escape the flood that consumed our living room after the first few left for their forever homes but, the feeling of satisfaction that consumes you knowing you played a small role in making a big difference makes all the tears worth it. 

The point is I didn’t think my heart was big enough to foster but I was wrong.  Maybe, just maybe, the same philosophy can apply to writing. With any luck, a year from now I will be sitting in this same living room on this same couch (well, maybe not the couch. We really do need new furniture) thinking “I can’t imagine my life without writing.” Just as I sat here a few months ago thinking “I can’t believe it’s been over a year and a half ago that we started fostering.” 

Here’s to doing more than just dreaming the dream, here’s to pursing the dream. 

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