Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? When I was very young, probably elementary school, I wanted to be a teacher. I think part of me just liked the idea of telling people what to do, but I’m sure it was deeper than that in my little seven-year-old mind.
When I got older, I found out that there were jobs where you actually got to read and write for a living. Journalism caught my attention. That stuck through high school, where I was editor of my school newspaper (back to telling people what to do), but also became involved in a fashion board through Nordstrom. When I realized that writing about fashion was an option, it seemed like all of the pieces were falling into place. I was going to write for a fashion magazine.
Fast forward a few years. I accrued some college debt, but not enough to achieve my goal. I met my husband, settled down, had a couple of babies and let all of that go. I was where I was supposed to be and happy to be there.
The day came when I realized my kids were old enough that they didn’t need my every minute of every day and I needed something else to do. It was time to think about what I wanted to be when I grew up again.
That’s when I realized it hadn’t changed all that much, and this blog was born. It’s no fashion magazine, but tell me this doesn’t combine my teaching, reading, writing and creative loves all in one happy place? And I enjoy it, but one dream I have harbored secretly, or not-so-secretly now, all this time is being published. On paper. I wasn’t sure what form it would take – book, magazine, cereal box – but it stayed in one little corner of my mind. Well, it looks like I’m getting my wish.
I received an email last week from an editor at Better Homes and Gardens Holiday Crafts magazine. She found my Witch’s Laundry Day project, and is interested in publishing it in their yearly issue!
It won’t appear until about this time next year, but I’ll mention it again when it hits the newsstands. I know there are a lot of craft bloggers out there that this happens to frequently, but this is a pretty big deal to me. I think that seven-year-old teacher wanna-be would be pretty proud.