This is always something I wanted to do. But I have been afraid. Sitting in an apartment in Shoreditch section of London, I feel like this could be the starting point. To tell my story, find my voice and help other women, men, people like me, who maybe got a late start at it, who have worked and been successful but never stopped to think and dream. The "eat, pray,love" of it all is very privileged. Not saying that I am not. I am the child of immigrants who worked hard for the American Dream. I have been to college, somewhat unsuccessfully at times. The idea of having a "better" life was there but in comparison to what? My parents? The kids in my blue collar neighborhood? My cousins? What was the life I wanted?
Have you ever stopped to think about it? What did you want to be when you were a kid? What got you out of bed everyday? Cartoons? Bikes? Playing dolls? What was the passion from your soul? Dogs. Bikes. And playing in my doll house. Ballet. Magazines. What were yours? How are they now a part of your everyday life?
How are you a part of your everyday life?
