For the longest time, the biggest obstacle to my writing has been the fact that I felt like I had no story to tell. I had nothing to say that anyone would want to hear. Or nothing important enough to say that wasn’t being already said by the trolls of the blogosphere and twitter-verse.
I have no rags-to-riches sagas. Never met a rich, ridiculously handsome dude who would teach me all the different shades of grey. No Adele-level breakups. No domestic-goddessy skills, no wizardry with a flat iron, no magic with makeup. I don’t even have a cat to turn into an internet sensation. Never overcame a soul-crushing obstacle in life. And to top that off, I chose to become an accountant.