The fun part about turning 40 is realizing all of the things that you want to do before you die. Writing is one of mine. I'm excited to be surrounded by others who feel the same!
What am I doing?
As I sit here reading, waiting for the phone to ring, I can't help but wonder how the hell I thought this would be better. By leaving one dead-end job to work for another company from home, I've only learned that I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep denying the fire inside.
I'm usually the butt of jokes, and not easily offended. Unlike most people, my awkward middle school years lasted into adulthood. Allow me to paint the picture for you before moving on to the actual embarrassing part of the story. You may not know the difference otherwise.
"How in the world did you find this place?" Charlie asked, white-knuckling the steering wheel. She didn't take her eyes off of the jagged, winding road for a second. If she did, she feared they might have an unpleasant journey down the sheer face of the mountain.