This journey of becoming a writer is on virgin soil, unexplored by me or by anyone I know.  I don’t know the way, or what I must do to get there.  

What do I know?

I know, deep down in my soul that I am meant to write.  I don’t know how I know this, but I do.  All the signs are there, they always have been there, since the early days of my youth.  

I will find my way.  Just like I did twenty five years ago, when I chose to ignore my true calling, choosing instead to seek security.  

I did not know how to begin my journey to Nursing, but I got there.   I was an outstanding nurse and the profession has served me well.  Nursing is a noble profession and I hope that I have given it something of value in return.

But what a person does, and may even love, may not be their true calling.  

The universe has been trying to tell me for quite some time that I was put on this earth to write, and it is ratcheting up my uneasiness, pushing me to take action.