When I left the corporate world after a twenty-year career in sales and marketing, my dad asked me what was next on the horizon. I told him I was going to step out of the rat race and pursue my lifelong dream of writing. He was always optimistic and supportive, but I know deep inside he thought this was a very bad idea. I’d always made good money and to start a new career at my age was risky. More importantly, he worried the failure that comes with artistic endeavors such as writing would kill my sensitive spirit. But I did it anyway. I’ve had some wonderful successes and many stumbles along the way, but I’m still glad I get up every day hoping to help someone along life’s journey… and I don’t have to wear high heels! Don’t be afraid of failure. Don’t say I "woulda/coulda/shoulda" at the end of your life. Dreams are made for achieving, no matter how small.
