I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t carrying a notebook and a favorite pen so I could capture thoughts as they occurred. Even as a young girl, I found myself mystified by the turn of a phrase or a description that could evoke an image. Here I am, at 45 and I’m finally writing a blog and pursuing my dream. Next month I’ll be attending the Writer’s Digest conference in New York and I’m both excited and afraid of what will happen there. I know that I’m not quite ready to publish and that’s okay. Going to this conference is my journey to the promised land and has provided me with the momentum I needed to sit down and truly focus on my passion. I’ve written off and on for many years, but never felt as though I was ready for publication. My tenses were incorrect or my focus was off or maybe I was too insecure to take the leap. Now I’m jumping into it and I’m amazed by how good I feel about it. I may never be a popular writer, but at least I will create and write and share my thoughts with anyone who will listen. At the end of the day, isn’t that what is most important?