My life has been extreme, to say the least, and now, rowing my own boat on tranquil waters is a relief. I am no longer hitchhiking or riding someone else’s coattails. Coming into my own in my 50s has released the creative juices I knew I had all along. My creative fountain was suppressed by low self-esteem, confusion, and regret. Ultimately, freedom from the restraints of guilt and shame allowed me the confidence to pursue the dream I had always had of becoming an author.
