I met a woman today who is frustrated with her life. She always loved to write, but as life progressed she focused on raising her kids and taking care of her family. She told me today that she feels like she is disappearing, that she doesn’t know where this intellectual person went.
And you know what? She isn’t the only person I’ve spoken to with frustrations similar to hers. When I told this woman that she can get started as a writer and that I’d help her, she smiled. I think my confidence that being a writer is doable gave her hope.

