Standing at the crossroads

I'm very lucky, you know. I've wanted to be a writer since I was 6 years old. I wrote stories in elementary school and in high school, and I have a dozen or so journals from childhood stuffed away neatly in a plastic bin in our crawlspace attic. Even writing notes to friends in high school demanded no carelessness on my part, but as much detail and feeling that I could cram into them.

I have my own column here at the paper, which was my goal since the day I got my toe in the door, and I do a little freelance on the side when an opportunity presents itself. A column isn't my end goal in life, of course, but I consider it a very important step along the way. So, I thank my lucky stars all the time for choosing the right path the last time I was at the crossroads.

And now, here I am again. I have two paths before me. These crossroads are the ones that will demand me to choose between what's right and what's easy. One way will allow to me to leave everything as it is, with the safety and continuity it affords me, and the other requires me to take a bold step and make a scary, but necessary change in my life.

I already know which way I'll go. It's an easy decision but a long road. We'll see where it brings me.

Stay tuned.