If you know me, you know I love to read, and I always have. I escape reality and live vicariously through the characters. I become emotional; I laugh, I cry, and I get angry. I read until the wee hours of the night, with no respect for what I have going on the next morning…
When a book comes in the mail from an author, and/or publishing company for my book reviewing business, I squeal like a little girl. I’ve really found my niche in life. Finally…
In August of 2008, I became unable to work due to a chronic disability that I have had since I was nine years old. I became severely depressed, and beyond bored, not knowing what to do with my time. I went from working full time at a top hospital, working my butt off, to staying home, playing online games, and attending numerous medical appointments.
Last year I had the idea to start a blog. I wrote about my general musings, and an occasional book review. A good friend of mine suggested I start a book review business. I mulled her advice over, and eventually I changed the subject and format of my blog. I’m glad I did. 🙂
I’ve met a lot of fabulous authors, and have gotten a lot of great advice for my own writing. Most importantly, I have a “title”. When my title of Phlebotomist/Laboratory Assistant was stripped from me, I felt that my identity was stripped from me too. Now I have my identity back… I am a BOOK REVIEWER. 🙂
I can do my “job” while receiving 3 hour infusions at the medical center. I can do my job while waiting in the waiting room at my medical appointments. I can do my job in bed when I’m not feeling well. As long as I can read and take notes, I can do my job. 🙂
The moral of the story is, reading is more than a hobby for me. It saved my life, and gave me a purpose. Not believing you have a purpose doesn’t mean you don’t. Everybody has an identity, some may not have found it yet. Listen to your inner voice. What is it telling you? Are you reaching your full potential?
Thank you for reading!