Some days I feel that writing is so much more rewarding than having a day job, and wish that I’d been granted a life of luxury to pursue the dream.

But then I remember in order to infuse writing with meaning, one needs to have life experience to go along with your imagination and perspiration. 

I’ve read so many books during my life time that I truly can’t remember even ten percent, but the ones that have stuck with me during these years are the ones based on life experience, whether in a biography or fiction.

You can feel the difference between writers who know the human condition, those who have been observers as well as doers. Not everything needs to be based on reality,

 but the things that dig into your soul and bring emotion to the surface often are.

The expression “don’t quit your day job” applies to writing more than I would like it to. Without my “day job” I would be insulated from so much.

 My profession allows me to feel the pain with and for others, 

the joy of release from illness and birth of a newborn.

 I feel anxious while waiting with someone for answers, 

and sorrow when the response is the worst case scenario. 

I have been gifted with such an amazing responsibility and burden, and I will continue to write to lighten my load whenever possible, and hopefully,

 touch someone’s soul the way mine is, 

every single day on the “job”