When I was 17, I worked at a small local bookstore in Lafayette, NJ.

My job was to stand behind the register and ring up book purchases.

While people were browsing, I'd read books and write book reviews.

I can still remember how proud I was when the people walked by and read my review on 'Fast Food Nation' by Eric Schlosser.

It wasn't long after writing that review that I leaned heavily into psychology as a genre.

Why are people the way they are?

What is the basis of true transformation?

I took creative writing with a professor from Princeton (I wish I had the paper he gave me an A on 'cause I did cry).

I drove an hour away at 6 p.m. to catch a class with a legendary psych professor.

The next thing you know I was fully immersed in maternal health, the history of obstetrics, and holistic women's health.

This morning I'm sitting here with 8+ writing projects on my desk and I'm smiling my face off.

I cracked the code on my dream.

It was messy.

I wanted to quit.

People close to me told me to quit.

I failed a lot.

But I stayed in the game and I did it.

Is work really work when it's what you'd be doing anyway?

Big Love,