For the last forty years, my closest family of friends have been pushing me to write my story. Each time I declined. I didn’t understand then what I do now, that my ego was in control of my reaction. After all, I wasn’t a professional writer. But then, in the fall of 2012 while I was dreaming, I heard a voice as clear as any I’d ever heard: “Kim, you have to tell your story.”
Upon awakening, I agreed the time had come, despite my ego’s fear of ridicule. I had to just plain do it! But how? And when?
My clients, my company, and tending to their needs—they could not be abandoned because they were and would always be my highest priority. So, with miraculously acquired additional energy, I became the one doing the pushing. I spent Saturdays and Sundays from seven in the morning until three or so in the afternoon hiding out in what became my little writing room, just doing it, getting the memories down on paper.
And so my beloved readers, here is my story. I hope it reaches into each of your souls and finds a place that resonates with you.