I was a little girl in the 90s typing stories on the family computer. None of it was any good, but I knew exactly what it made me: a writer.

I have lived a lot of lives and am uncertain of many things. That identity is the one that never changed. Yet I have spent my entire adult life resisting it, convinced somewhere along the way it only mattered if it was how I made a living.

Most choices are handed to us in the same pair: this or that. Career or calling. Faith or reason. Ambition or love.

Their side or ours.

I’ve come to believe the more forced the choice, the more likely there’s another way. Not a compromise, but something new - built from what’s good and true in each.

On my shelf are books about business, finance and physics alongside books about psychology, religion and humanity. I seek out complex ideas and abstract concepts in an effort to discover their simplicity.

People write for two reasons: to be understood or to understand. The best can do both. That is who I’m trying to become.