I graduated college with a degree in Biomedical Engineering. Even though I wanted to be a writer, I thought science and math would be a safer route. Plus, the human body has always fascinated me so biomed seemed like a good path.
After college, I needed a break. My brain was fried from all things technology, and I craved something more service oriented. I applied for various fellowships, but ended up with an AmeriCorp program that works with low-income and at-risk high school students graduate college, apply for higher education and seek financial aid.
I loved it.
My days were spent working one-on-one with amazing students, tutoring, mentoring, encouraging, and assisting them and their families to realize that higher education was possible. By the end of my fellowship year, I felt energized and accomplished.
I still wrote, and I still wanted to be a writer, but I also wanted to continue working with students, helping and guiding them toward their own dreams.
I applied to graduate school, to a teacher certification program, and got accepted. I only finished 2/3 of the program, opting to become a stay-at-home mother rather than complete the work load. But I enjoyed the classes, met some interesting people, and the information I learned, I now use to homeschool my kiddo.
All this time, I wanted to be an author, but I stopped writing. It wouldn't be until years after my kiddo was born that I'd pick it up again. I never stopped loving it, and I never stopped wanting it, but life became difficult and I needed to shift my focus. Luckily, I found a way to start writing again. Now, I do it most days, and it fills me up. I continue to learn the craft on my own, through other author's books and blogs, through my peers and by attending conferences. I'm focused and grateful to have the chance to do what I love.