She beckoned me to take a chance and become an antique dealer. I couldn't resist. Next came journalism, the greatest key I've found to exploring and understanding my world, and becoming a more complete human being. I've been blessed with compassionate, open-minded editors who gave this writer, possessed with the hope of a child, but journalistic resume of a pauper, a chance to prove herself. Editors who gifted me with the opportunity of realizing a dream that was locked away since I held my first pencil.
Writing is a delightfully cathartic yet schizophrenic act.
Cathartic in that it's a purgative to the mind and soul. Schizophrenic in that it is flattering as well as frightening. It only took me four decades to do it. To identify and develop your interests, you must focus on what makes you smile. I've known many jaded, harried and disappointed super-professionals who always wanted to be artists, chefs or writers.