5 Tips for Leaving Corporate and Living Creative
When I was a kid, I had a little pink diary that was filled with my hopes and dreams. Each night before going to bed, I wrote about my day and about the grand future I had planned. I took the little gold lock, slipped in through the latch, and locked it up tight. Not only did my diary have my hopes and dreams, but it also contained the secrets of a 10-year-old girl. I hid my book of dreams under my mattress until the next night.
Those days were just the beginning of my writing journey. A journey God would take me on for the next thirty or so years. Looking back on the dreams I had then, I can tell you the reality I am in now is completely different that I imagined. Through puberty, marriages, kids, work, hardship, and blessings I have held on to one dream that never died—writing.
My husband, Patrick, asked me a few years ago what I wanted to do with my life? I was a little taken aback by his question. I mean, I had a very successful career in the mortgage industry at the time. We had a nice home, nice cars, and nice stress that went along with having the nice things.