When I was 13, I set a goal. #PUBLISHEDBY21

But then life got in the way. I doubted myself. I had no clue what I was actually writing about. And I was far too dramatic anyway.

Then at 25, I set a new goal. #PUBLISHEDBY30

And every few months or so, I'd write something. A story would get into my head and I'd obsessively start to write it down, remembering my goal. But I was a young wife, and a new mom to two under 2, and I honestly had no clue what I was doing.

Then a dear friend changed his Instagram page and told me he was going to pursue publishing a book. Completely unaware that he had this type of ambition in the first place, I was taken back, but then I remembered my own goals. So I hounded him RELENTLESSLY over the process. And with a lot of work, a lot of time, and so many texts and calls about plot development, outlining, character building, the draft and editing process, publishing questions, pep talks for confidence, etc... I finally published my book.

It's been a week now and I'm still in shock over the fact that I can search for my name on Amazon and find something that I've written. I ordered one lone paperback to keep at my house and it came in the mail yesterday. It's so GORGEOUS. It smells like hopes and dreams realized. LOL.

I'm reminded of one of my favorite quotes: "Tell me, what is the point in being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?" - John Green