I spent most of my adult life working jobs that I hated. One of the hardest moments of my day used to be when my alarm clock went off and I got out of bed knowing I'd be spending my time doing something that made me angry and frustrated.
It’s been two years since I left the last job that I hated.
It took a long time to admit to myself how I felt about my work. I made excuses and accepted what society told me about what was possible. But in 2011, I finally found the courage to beat my self-limiting beliefs and chase my dream of being a writer. I wanted to communicate with everyday men and women and let them know there is hope.