Writing

When I was BBs age I was adamant that I wanted to be a fashion designer. For years I would sit and draw out different designs for dresses and had a bit of a love for drawing and designing wedding dresses.

Then I changed my mind and really wanted to be an interior designer. I loved, well still love, designing rooms and trying out different looks and ideas and putting colours together and furniture together.

But all my love for art disappeared when I started to study psychology and I found my real love working with children and adults with SEN, and I loved every single minute of it.

Working in schools, care homes and on private therapies at individual homes.

For years I did this work and really enjoyed every single moment of it. And loved the work.

But once I fell pregnant with BB I knew I wanted a break from this work. I needed a break.

So Mr L and I decided that I would stay at home, or work from home while our kids were younger. And this is what I have done.

I have tried Avon many years ago, and then finally settled with Tropic.

And I love Tropic.

I love the products.

I love the business model.

But I also want something a little more.

I have always had this constant whether I wanted to be a designer, working with children or selling Tropic.

I have always wanted to write.

And I have always written.

Poems, short stories, this blog, and starting stories I have so many stories started and hardly any finished but loads started.

I even started a writing course many years ago and it is something that has sat patiently waiting for me to finish.

And I am determined to write a bit more.

And I am determined to finish this course.

It’s another thing to add to the list of things that have to be finished but it is something that I definitely do want to finish.

So time to start making some time!