Ok so I'm a journalist

I sat here this morning pondering this thought. I'm going to get my Master's in Journalism.

I've never thought myself a writer. I've written many, many papers and articles and just plain thoughts. I never thought I could write. Or should I even go one step furthur and say that I always wanted to write but didn't really know HOW or WHAT to write about.

Life takes us in such weird directions. I started out back in school to be an attorney and along my journey somewhere I knew that wasn't the perfect fit for me. I can't see myself confined to an office, a courtroom, other peoples problems, day in and day out.

I can see myself writing about things that crop up. I can flash foward to my children out of school and me moving to a nice secluded beachy area and spending my days on a lounge chair..........writing.

Everything seems to inspire me. Watching my smallest come into her own and watching my oldest turn into a strong beautiful young woman. Seeing my son become a man and watching my Julianna become more passionate about life everyday.

Dogs lying at my feet while I type this and even the little mouse that found it's way through the hole in our Florida room door. He thought he could set up housekeeping in our home, safe from the rain but he was greeted by a curious cat and 2 welcoming Boxer's. He packed up and decided to leave. He had a brief stay. (Of that I'm thankful). But even the wee mousy is an inspiring thought. Even he had a planned path and changed directions.

Point......I'm getting to it......which I never seem to do. Maybe the rambling is what makes me a writer. So many thoughts fill my head at any given time. It would literally take several people to get it all down.

Again.....point.......after going back to school, getting my Bachelor's, my MBA and now my MA in Journalism, I'm happier now about my path than I ever have. I'm certain I'm on the right trail.

I've written and had published two Sports articles thus far and I'm on my way. One day, maybe one day I'll actually make money from my analogies. Maybe one day I'll ge tto write for someone other than myself. For now, I'll be content in that. For now I'll be happy that God did lead me this way for a reason. He has brought me here and he will show me what to do next. I'm ready.

I need that next door opened. I'm waiting...............