I don't remember wanting to be a writer until I was in my mid-teens. Before that, I was looking toward teaching school, practicing law, or being the first female president. (Okay, a little lofty, but hey, it could happen). So what makes me so sure that a writer is what I'm supposed to be? Did some child miss a better education because I didn't become a teacher? Did some innocent victim get caught up in the tangled web of the judicial system because I wasn't there to be his/her attorney? I'll leave the president part out because, quite frankly, that would require waaaay too much of an investment of time. LOL
Anyway, I'm sure you get where I'm going. None of us really knows what we're meant to do until we're actually doing it, and it just seems to fit who we are. Now, I'm not saying because I write erotica that I'm slutty or anything like that. Well, okay, there was that one night in Vegas, but tequila was involved. I'm digressing.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that each and every one of us has a reason for being here, a job to do of sorts, and sometimes, that job may be the last thing you expected you'd ever be doing. If you would have asked me at twenty if I'd be writing at my age now (nice try), I would have laughed. But that's the fun part of life. We get to do things we never thought we'd be doing.
To sum it up, to me, life is about enjoying each and every day no matter what you're doing, where you're working, or where you live. Writing is how I choose to spend a good portion of my life. I also choose to show the people I love how much they mean to me, to laugh a lot, to cry when I need to cry, and just be me. What do you choose to do? Because, after all, it really is a choice.
Thanks for the invite, Alecia!
And, of course, I couldn't leave without some shameless self-promotion. Hey, you gotta toot your own horn unless you loan it to someone else, and they can toot it for you!!!