Maybe I didn't wish big.

Maybe "someone" was looking out for me.

For some reason I've always felt that I was being watched over, protected somehow. And I've always felt that something better, the best part of my life yet, was waiting for me just down the road. I guess I was born with a sense of optimism and a touch of resiliency, because no matter what happened ... and like everyone else, I did have bad things happen to me ... I always knew I could work it out. Or if I couldn't fix the problem, I could live with it until I could do something about it.

I suppose you could simply say I was  a survivor who knew life was good and would get better. 

 Now, don't get me wrong. I didn't sit around like Cinderella waiting for a fairy godmother. I worked. Hard. At one point I have four jobs at one time. Really! I had an early morning job from 3am to 6am. Then I went to my 7am to 3:30 pm job. Then I had a part-time, flexible job from 4:00 pm to 7:00pm. And on the weekends I had an all day 8am - 5pm job. 

A girl's got to do what she's got to do to make ends meet. That crazy schedule only lasted about four months. 

Today life is easier.

I have a wonderful family!

I have a job I love. My dream job.

And I am doing what I love. Writing!

And I got the icing on the cake. I am published.

 People ask if I want to be a bestseller? Don't I want a movie deal? Don't I want more?

I don't need more. Should it happen ... well, that would be the whipped cream and cherry on top!